Deployment

Empty words
are
sliding off my tounge
and the only
ones
that mean anything
are stuck in my throat
stabbing
like a knife
[nothing will make
it out until you're
here]
they spill out onto
paper
and send themselves
far away
into your eyes
sailing into
deep green
[nothing will make
it out until you're
in my arms]
those words are
meant for your
ears only
and
those words
will be stuck
in my throat
until your eyes
meet
mine
again