I love the way it tastes. Sometimes I take a good gerund out of the ice-tray and suck on it till my tongue turns blue. Or I savor the salty verbs that lovers use. Ever noticed the way some tastes like you have slid a burning match into your mouth and closed your lips. The sound of language is another thing.
Some words crack like a ring being dropped on a table.
Some clip like a golfer's swing. I've heard them dripping from a faucet. I've heard them erupt like cheers after a game-winning shot. And I've heard them stay silent, trembling at the chin like a scolded child. Tapping on a microphone, walking in a gutter filled with leaves, rubbing together like marbles in pouch-I love the sound of words.