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Tell me the colour

Of my voice

While I whisper poetry,

Shy that the words might

Touch this still air;


Loving you has always been

Deep blue acrylics and

Muted gold filigree.
Dewdrop thread connection,

Solace in another life —


That which fails to speak the tongue

Whose words run slightly,

Burning ginger sounds  

Drowned in ivory screams:


Cease fire for the secret

Is already known.


Leave all by the willow,

River running to the sea

Where it will be forgot;


And heart pounds as waves do,

Stealing breath, staining canvas,

Letting voices speak not in language

B'knownst to human life, but in

Melodic cries of the unseen

Flooding eyes as they close


For each is ever alone.
Your name melts upon my tongue,

Lips meeting mine softly,


And eyelashes brush my cheek as 

Deep amber pools are hidden from light;


Seashell skin running through air,

Tracing spirals against mine,

Moments falling as wind throws sand,

Bright hair dancing fractals across sky —


I've never known a blue this deep,

Richer than silent I-love-yous

Thrown to the sea.
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