the suppleness of language

the suppleness of language
leaves me distracted
coming from your mouth, the meaning
refracted -
like the light
from your eyes.
i do not feel wise.

o! the tangles you've spoken,
and smiled in speaking,
leave me a token
carved from sharp hope.
They're like eggshells unbroken,
or an anger soft-spoken,
like a song & a vow -
but i cannot tell how
to unravel them out
and make them shout.

the suppleness of language
leaves me distracted;
it's a brilliance exacted
from a very plain stone.

please leave me alone