Letters

As I ponder the blank whiteness beneath my fingertips,

I am frustrated that words refuse to drip from between my teeth.

My thoughts are tied to the syllables of your name.

And so I type it out,

Delete it,

And type it again.

Your hands are far removed,

But I can still remember you more vividly

With these words glowing anemically in the dimness.

Reviews

[scottpax]

Blank whiteness is unnecessary. It's already expressed. 'And so I type it out, Delete it, and type it again."

Also, "drip from between my teeth."

I would work on the this. Why would it "drip" from your teeth? Is it like a faucet dripping water? Is it ink dripping from your teeth? Think about this.