inside

i wish i could speak like you
the way words flow
delicately,
over rounded pebbles
of thoughts
and feelings,
as they roll over in joy,
as they feel you move
over and around them -
the joy of simply being
awash right now
with a passion for life,

but i can't speak like you,
and that's why i use my hands,
and the insides of my body
to write -
every cell coming alive
to every little thing
they're touched by -
a cosmos exploding
over and over again
into waves, and stars
and comets
you'll never find,
until you peep
inside.