voice within the voicing
as it goes after weeks
months years
of passing
we arrive at this
mirrored hour
you and i..
heartlips and smiles..
im disguised under
cyber skies
the pitter patter
of my fingers
doing the walking
talking
rather than lips
tongue
and speech
my own flowered
words
do no justice
to woo
or bring
down cities
bodies deep
dark and delicious
forbidden fruit
like ancient
babylon’s own
pied piper
outside
city walls
calling
out to
you
in
crystal clear
daydream
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