Words

I feel the words.
The sounds touch my face
As I read from the page.
The words detach from the lines:
Dance through the air
Graze my ear lobe.
Cover my eyelids
Tickling my lashes
And swing from my nose.
A delicate smile forms upon my mouth.
They crawl across my neck
And slide down my shoulder
Prickling my arm as they glide.
They gather together
Running into each other inside my palm.
They step to my finger tips
As I grip the page
I turn it for more.