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Make It Hard (to Think of Words)

  • Writer: Sebastian Jack
    Sebastian Jack
  • Aug 30, 2025
  • 2 min read

Updated: Sep 18, 2025



lyrics fail me, lips take center

stage as WRAP their open quiver


round about your WELCOME, enter

two as dip ourselves in river


christening with holy water..

sweat that lends its WET to slipping


tween the muted stories, author

finds no RHYME than savoured dripping


make it hard for BREATH and secrets

make it easy, flesh and falling


under spell, am SILENT, SLEEPLESS

words that make it hard, is all..


-


I heard a song, a singer viral

RAIN and KISSES, laughter spills


like gaze that follows jeans in spiral

downward tugging, MOUTH with skills


when humming tune.. the MELODY

escapes a one endeavours craft


the verse and chorus floating free

ungathered as UNMOORED, my raft


so here I dive and SWIM to shore

where caught in reeds, a bather snagged


by poetry that makes me yours

an author WORDLESS, writer gagged..


-


if wake me up from fast asleep

and take me down the roads AFAR


LESS TRAVELLED, mapless, diners cheap

for miles desert, night and stars


to let me DRINK WHILE DRIVING in

a motel room, the beer is flat


as seated on our bed.. your GRIN

still leaves me speechless, moments fat


with what we say in tacit din

of PILLOW QUIET, rubbing pieces


sticks together, fire, SKIN

your candy-coated hills and creases..


-


kiss me low my trunk and limbs

and lick me where I SWEAT IN POOLS


as CALL ME BY YOUR NAME, the film

that dares to eat a peach as jewels


BESPARKLE round our heads if tripping

hippies years ago.. we feel


like teens who find in SKINNY-DIPPING

loving hearts and parts that heal


as muzzle me with OVERAWE

when ravage in your voiceless tongue


NO SINGING, inking, flapping jaw

unloud as you and me among..





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