I can't say it out loud

I put pen to paper.
Clumsy thoughts line up obediently like ballerinas
poised and expressive.
Fluttering ideas like so many scattered rooks
come into land.
But I can't say it out loud.

Now i'm learning this new language with you.
And the words feel foreign in my mouth
I'm stammering and apologising
like a lost tourist.
You urge me to put the pen down -
feel the words form on my tongue.

Gently you start to draw me out;
coax me out of my English winter,
into your Almighty sun.
Talk to me you say.
And it makes a little tender place in me,
and the words start to come.