The tip of the tongue

Where does it come from

And where does it go

Sliding away

The tighter I cling

The quicker it moves

A fox tail

Trailing silk through my arms


Then gone

Leaving me with a whisper of a thought

Just out of reach

Sometimes they rhyme

But mostly

The words breathe

And if I’m not listening closely enough

They hover

Just out of reach

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