I Love Words

I love words.

the feel of them, 

the taste of them 

in my mouth.

I am in a swimming pool

filled with words.

They bump against my body,

my kick sends words

fluttering into the air.

My stroke sends droplets of words

flicking over the water.

I am taking a trip

and my suitcase is stuffed with words

I fold them neatly,

 stacking words into the corners

I hope they don't wrinkle.

I am camping

the tent is filled with words

they are hot and sweaty,

and like moths

the words are attracted to the light.

I walk the city sidewalks

and see words

lining the walkways

stretched over the high rise,

pooling in glass surfaces.

And the exciting thing to me

is that there are always 

new words to taste,

new words to hear

in my ears

new words to sniff

like a French perfume.

I will never know them all.

Never read them all.

And never feel them

all on my tongue.

And even if I could

read all the words 

in the English language,

there are still

so many other

languages to conquer.

      What is your favorite word?  Can you use it to write a poem?
Where do your words like to hang out? Enjoy!