Understanding

With our finger tips we ask
Sampling
With electric pulsing of the veins
Words
cowered in the trenches of our
Thoughts
head and tail tucked in fetal apostrophe
Feelings
at attention like blood hounds trailing a scented-bane
Words
escape us once again
You and I: we are the hunters and the hunted.
Our hurts and joys, though different, are the same
Sampling Words, Thoughts, Feelings
and Words once again
Let this handshake be
the Word and the Period, rather than the apostrophe