I feel words

I feel words of love in the same way the mornings first suns rays heat my skin and send shivers down your spine. My entire body sings with an archaic joy as each piece of exposed skin is gently caressed into life by the almighty’s grace. Words spoken or written intricately weave themselves through protective walls of wisdom I have built around my heart. I feel words of anger, hate and rage like the scolding water that roars from the kettle that is thrown by a vengeful lovers hands like venom spat from a Cobra. Indiscriminate molten words fired at whoever is unfortunate enough to be passing by. Anyone is cable of being a container for my rage.