Droplets of Naked Words

I'm lying here

my soul bare naked,

feeling how

the heat is turning

pieces of my thoughts

into droplets

covering my body.

It tastes like

walking in the daylight

and still feeling the shiver

of late night

touching every corner

of your skin. 

I wish I could

share it with you,

but somehow I can't

help myself from asking

if I failed when

saying too much, yet

far from enough of the words

I thought I would have said.