It's not real until you write it down

We are a love born of drunken confessions
of slurred speech conveying ideas that we’re too scared to say sober
we grew from touch and taste
we are a love of senses

we changed
circumstances unseen
numbing the textures
dulling the flavors

and I’m scared
I know I’m not whole
I know I can’t feel secure without physical validation
and I know I can’t ask you
can’t tell you what I’m feeling
because I care about you too damn much
to break us with my words

and I’ve been taught
that speech blurs bonds
and that silence
wilts them

so I know until I find that
liquid courage
to speak my mind
my fingers will fumble for your hand
and my lips will brush your cheek

blurred thoughts
will wilt at the tip of my tongue