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inventing our own language.

my words fall

 

clumsil

y

 

into the small of yr back

my sentences

 

break

and crack

 

i become

lost in

yr skeleton yr skin

 

the sinews

that connect you

collect words

that cannot be spoken

yet

 

broken words soaked in sweat

trail from my pores

my skin

silently begging

to seep in

to yr most vulnerable muscles

yr bed yr sheets

 

i forget how to speak

i trip

over dream words

over the gentle curves

of yr spine

 

i'm stalling time

dying to say

lah,

lah,

lah,

i'm losing my language

in the soft of yr skin

 

my lack of expression

is simply

you

 

*******

 

the breath from my lungs

and filling me

with awe

"lah,

lah,

lah"

 

the sweetest sounds

of our own

secret language

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Published
Mar 10, 2011
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