this isn't about anything, not directly anyway. (indirectly it always is, I suppose, since it came from somewhere. Just a writing exercise, following a "poetry prompt" -- if words were ...
If words were arrows,
I would lodge them in your heart,
Seeking to pierce the layers of confusion
That make our tongues so brittle.
If words were water,
I would let them trickle over you
Bringing sweet refreshment,
Wearing holes in stone.
If words were fire,
I would burn away indifference;
Melt your icy coldness,
And fuse our understandings.
If words were seeds,
I would plant them in your arid places
And let their roots run deep,
To dislodge solid stone.
But my words are only vapours,
The helpless shapes of breath
Dispersing into nothingness
With the breeze of your small shrug.