The design of a word

A poem arose from a dusting of word
a word that was terrorised
from among the lips of you and I
recite a kiss

The pen
dispatches
            ink
            on to reality
and papers
with a face crossed by sleep, awakens
I tell myself:
Head or tail

The lexicon frowns upon the word
the word with dropped jaws
bends its head and tell
love’s phrases is incomplete.