Grab those words that have flown out of your mouth and stuff them back in. Crunch and munch on them, bite them in two and swallow. Let the invisible numbers, those 2’s, 3’s and 4’s, mix with the consonants, similes and metaphors in an unholy mash of grunts and grumbles. Words let lose don’t mean anything when there is nothing to say, nothing that cannot be communicated by a knowing smile or a gentle touch. Let the tears run free, the doe-eyed grin show. A kiss upon the hips denotes nothing but a kiss upon the lips, no words are misconstrued or thoughts thrown astray. It just is.