Shot to the Head

A moment of clarity

Words forming faster then, never quite getting to the tip of your tongue

stuck on each sentence as though to dumb to comprehend

Took a shot to the head, on cloud nine, now some brain cells dead

enjoying the sensation but too in outter space to write the words which truly need to be said

Oh and did I mention the always suggestioning words in my head sense they can’t come to my voice come to my finger instead

take it slow

when rain drops fall outside my window

a gentle soul like mine and a passion so real

please take it slow

Though the wind is trembling or is that just my heart 

Like drums sounding the incoming attack

Drums steady and strong, hastening to the touch, that gentle touch

Lips quivering but words never escaping

Ecstasy, the poetic kind

Take it slow

As the shot to the head runs it course the words start to blur again

I am not feeling stupid just slow, lazy might be more propoper 

So I stop the fight and to my lost words, goodnight