When you talk in that tone…
Electricity
Solar flares
Heat waves
Blizzards
Hailstorms
Sandstorms
Rainstorms
Rain dances, it’s hard to think of anywhere else
I’d rather be.
Sometimes in that
silence
in that pause between thoughts
admiration
exhaustion
I respond to every
emotion pulsating through
your body—is this love, is this love,
is this love that I’m feeling?
This hunger is unbearable.
Craters left like momentary wombs, your
words
on impact leave
a man
breathless.
I swear the way a heart beats
it speeds it’s rhythm when
being recited truths, poetry of the soul:
I can’t control the song.
When you talk in that tone,
this hunger is unbearable. I would
eat
every rhyme you’ve
spoken to,
every memory we
create,
just to have your essence within me
at all times.
the distance between us is that of the Atlantic,
and
I’m swimming, darling, I’m swimming.
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