“speak!”, I say

“speak”, I feel…
… “speak.” I pray,

and in your voice
I’ll bathe all dressed

and in your voice, warm, yes
i’ll say: “stay.”
Speak, and in your stream

wet I stand, under the moon
soaked to the bone,
oh! I’ll stand and

become the moon’s shadow
or the yellow sun’s glow.
Please,
let me not drop a sound

so I can hold your every

word
close
close

close on my skin.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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