Here her lesser words were freed to tumble (poetry)

Here

She was here and talking non-stop and it was a word river

a torrent 

Maybe it was the shade tree

probably it was the wine

Anyway,  

here she was relaxed

languid and careless

saying out loud the things she usually thought of,

but kept to herself

hidden from her audience, inaudible

After a few minutes I spoke: 

What just happened?   

a few syllables whispered,  without looking in her direction

afraid that I might break the spell

She laughed, unfazed

"Well, sometimes the dam just breaks, 

tomorrow I will be my Proper Self again." 

Ok, is what I said

too bad 

is what I was thinking.  

_{Brevity Quest 2015}