late night conversation

Talking till words have become cumbersome, the tongue furs and slurs round consonants and vowels which are are bitter in the mouth, like grit between teeth. Repetitious situations and conversation frustrate me yet when tiredness overwhelms me i fall prey to this malice also. If i have the pleasure of uncharted territory, unblemished by my cynical intuitive perception, then i can express, however contradictions and ties keep me in a form of stasis. These bonds with each and everyone are alive with the tenuous connection we have, this electricity of intimacy which strobes and crackles amongst us and yet it seems only my fingers are burnt by its lightening forks!