Speechless

Language flits above my head, glinting and spinning,
I grasp a sentence, but like a butterfly,
my touch kills it.
It curls like a spider corpse,
words pressed up to its abdomen,
vowels shivering like spider knees,
speechless.

Swirl honey on my palms,
I am weak, but if I catch their gossamer webs
and swallow them, scattering my throat with silver spiders,
I could speak.