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just know, sweet Cynthia, sweet Cynthia of the summer, soft Cynthia singing in spring, I'd capture you and hold you in a conch shell, keep your voice as mine, and only mine, my own secret, so continue to sing and pour your voice into the shell— you are dusted in a golden ray of light, there are wafts of chocolate and cocoa that spray from you, like a mist of shea, toasted almonds, and a warm vanilla swirl, like the glossiness your voice has as you coo, croon, and swoon— Cynthia, pistia, pistis, to drink: I sip your voice like wine, my glowing-ambrosia that serenades my dehydration, I'd have you, in any way, in any way I could, to keep you I eye your dewy skin, I have to look away, flushed as if with fever — spotted upon your amber neck, tawny and bronzed. . . diamonds sleep around your collars, your voice reverbs and skips throughout my skeleton, my sternum, boils in my marrow— I want you and your words— you sing our braided history, you let me rest within the cradle of your timbre, read aloud to me this book, sing it to me, move your jaw to shape the resonance, paint my four walls with tones, overtones, pitches, unheard waveforms saccharine and diluted, powdery you taste, powdered sugar and still, you are a cool liquid tumbling down my throat, down my esophagus, I want you, I want your voice— I capture your runs and licks in a crystal, a vial made of alexandrite, your voice bounces, trapped in its crystal lattice I wear it as earrings, I wear you as decoration, and I hear you all day, throughout the night, all the time, poisonous words, spritely voice, killing me softly
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5d ago
May 31, 2026 at 12:39 PM UTC
Cynthia pistia, pistis, I drink you
just know, sweet Cynthia, sweet Cynthia of the summer, soft Cynthia singing in spring, I'd capture you and hold you in a conch shell, keep your voice as mine, and only mine, my own secret, so continue to sing and pour your voice into the shell— you are dusted in a golden ray of light, there are wafts of chocolate and cocoa that spray from you, like a mist of shea, toasted almonds, and a warm vanilla swirl, like the glossiness your voice has as you coo, croon, and swoon— Cynthia, pistia, pistis, to drink: I sip your voice like wine, my glowing-ambrosia that serenades my dehydration, I'd have you, in any way, in any way I could, to keep you I eye your dewy skin, I have to look away, flushed as if with fever — spotted upon your amber neck, tawny and bronzed. . . diamonds sleep around your collars, your voice reverbs and skips throughout my skeleton, my sternum, boils in my marrow— I want you and your words— you sing our braided history, you let me rest within the cradle of your timbre, read aloud to me this book, sing it to me, move your jaw to shape the resonance, paint my four walls with tones, overtones, pitches, unheard waveforms saccharine and diluted, powdery you taste, powdered sugar and still, you are a cool liquid tumbling down my throat, down my esophagus, I want you, I want your voice— I capture your runs and licks in a crystal, a vial made of alexandrite, your voice bounces, trapped in its crystal lattice I wear it as earrings, I wear you as decoration, and I hear you all day, throughout the night, all the time, poisonous words, spritely voice, killing me softly
i listened to a few cover's of Cynthia Erivo and SHEESH! she can sing!!!! this one was particularly inspired by about 30 listens to this one: https://youtu.be/cN2MYU67Q7s?list=TLPQMzEwNTIwMjZwPcN2IcfddA&t=118
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