Trembling lips

Often I find myself kicked,

cursed upon and shivering,

with out a blanket on my back.

I find myself muttering by myself

poems in English from my trembling lips.

In the brink of dawn

When I find myself with a difficult word

In the dialects of English

I cough out loudly 

to be kicked again by my partner

who like me is half asleep

And then I start rhyming those words 

with phrases

with tempting illustrations from my heavy heart or the fluttering thoughts,

whatever fiction feeds my fancy

but I don't stop muttering

clattering and bouncing 

and pronouncing those heavy words

in a bicuspid symphony 

only to be kicked out of bed.

My native language is sumptuous,

but my preference for the foreign tongue triumphs hard

because even in the orchestras I put while asleep

to put a freezing definition to myself

I speak out only in English

My dialect will curse me, burn  me 

give myself a trembling slap like the antagonist still sleeping just did, 

Yet the in frolicking prose of words 

wearing a large white frock amidst the meadow

 a stranger me still sprouts

with trembling lips and half closed eyes,

crying cursed incantations in English.

  

Author's Note

Dedicated to the second tongue :D