This is the day I forget the sound of your voice.
For it no longer echoes in my ears, in my fingers,
in my tongue. These endless digits fallen instantaneously
numb like a local anesthetic or winter basement nights
alone in the dark.
This is the day I forget the sound of your voice.
It's melodic tones and overtures, the way it wraps
around words like my hands around your curves.
This is the day I forget the sound of your voice.
And how I fed on it like the word of God.
This is the day I forget the sound of your voice.
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 11:22 AM UTC
This is the day I forget the sound of your voice.
For it no longer echoes in my ears, in my fingers,
in my tongue. These endless digits fallen instantaneously
numb like a local anesthetic or winter basement nights
alone in the dark.
This is the day I forget the sound of your voice.
It's melodic tones and overtures, the way it wraps
around words like my hands around your curves.
This is the day I forget the sound of your voice.
And how I fed on it like the word of God.
This is the day I forget the sound of your voice.
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