ACCESS

I have 
An excess of words 
Inside my head
An access of feelings 
Inside my Chest
Tiptoe, on tenterhooks,
Fingertips probe
Incandescent incendiaries,
Ready to implode
Loquaciousness as defense,
Get up and fires lit
Rollercoaster headwinds,
Floodgates down, two bit
Verses fall like a raindrops, like hot tear
Like hail
Flickering into existence and dying 
Where I sit
Creation is exhausting 
Sun is melting, star flying 
But I am not tired yet
No, not yet 
I am getting started

               -S Dhar