I
fail to voice words that have
no
sound, they are a subsonic growl
lost
in the long waves that pass by you.
the
madness of sighs unable to find the
soft
flesh of a thigh. babbling lips
speaking
in semaphore, waiting for a
glance
and a receptive translation to mumble
back
the coded messages spoken in tongues
and
twisted through a faith in the
arrival
of another body's 98.6
.
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