Your way with words

A way with words

Certain of the words

that roll off your tongue

of course,

We've heard them all before

but you,

you make them dance

with fury, with haste

all done in poor taste

This calm

before your flurry, 

whirling and weaving

these letters: a storm,

I wonder if you hear

my whispers

where you stay

far from being near

Your listeners are tame

for you have whip 

to your words

and none shall take

them from you;

now they are yours

all the same

Your way with words