Words so small

Posted . #poetry

It burns so close to my fingertips.
Embers that crackle as if its end
Is too abrupt.

We conjure crowded conversations,
Icons of loneliness. Consoling
Words are enough. Such thoughts are just lies.

What does it mean when my hand adores
Words so small? When your eyes pierce shallow
Trinkets that veil tarnished stained glass?