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Stop your stuttering heart And attempts to explain how this is complicated Let me lap the language from your mouth Until the words become sound There is nothing complicated about a moan Or trying to catch your breath Let me love you primal Let me rewind your dizzy gut So I can love you backwards So we can start at the end And you can see that we both die happy There are no words to explain your presence How I know that at least One of those hits on my poetry page is you Even then You’d need a stethoscope to hear the subtle changes in my heartsong So don’t give me reasons why this won’t work You should know by now That I was born to surprise people I’m an underachiever You can let slide by this time We both know how this ends Let’s get past this and Go straight to the good part Where I turn your doubts into sounds Even a baby can understand Adults coo sometimes Let me be a quiet sigh of relief In order to mask the mumbles Of your fear Let me turn you into a sound A moan A sigh A quiet breath And then Let me love you
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Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 6:37 PM UTC
Let Me Love You Primal
Stop your stuttering heart And attempts to explain how this is complicated Let me lap the language from your mouth Until the words become sound There is nothing complicated about a moan Or trying to catch your breath Let me love you primal Let me rewind your dizzy gut So I can love you backwards So we can start at the end And you can see that we both die happy There are no words to explain your presence How I know that at least One of those hits on my poetry page is you Even then You’d need a stethoscope to hear the subtle changes in my heartsong So don’t give me reasons why this won’t work You should know by now That I was born to surprise people I’m an underachiever You can let slide by this time We both know how this ends Let’s get past this and Go straight to the good part Where I turn your doubts into sounds Even a baby can understand Adults coo sometimes Let me be a quiet sigh of relief In order to mask the mumbles Of your fear Let me turn you into a sound A moan A sigh A quiet breath And then Let me love you
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Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 6:37 PM UTC
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