If words could be objectified
I would be a mannequin of bliss
Pollinating those who touch
Alluring and engulfing
My heart beats boom boom
I advance towards you
To pick words outta your mouth
Because spilling them
Only inflames me
My mind evaporates
And a sugary melody takes over
It should halt
But I am zombie
No wits about me
Hanging onto your every word
In a drunken stupor
I am jolted out
Alarm bells sounding
My brain has been invaded
A war is wagered
I have no armor
No safe haven
My guard is drawn up
I want to exit
Uncertainty takes over
I feel sheltered
I ought to query
How you have the nerve
When I peek at you
Ready to fire
I am met by the winning smile
I feel silly, how can I think so cruel of you
But the nagging sensation lingers
Panic ensues
Voices from my future
Yelling, I told you so
I am back where it all began
What do you really mean?
B.B
http://allpoetry.com/poem/12462637-What-do-you-really-mean--by-Brendaasiimwe5
