I've got words for u.
But my coward of a voice cowers in the idea of speech.
Of placing sounds to tongue in your air space.
I try to speak then with my body
but there's only silent stares
only powdered bones
praying to settle somewhere on your skin,
where u breathe.
Near your lips.
Some people dream in stories,
I dream in bodies.
In kisses caressed.
Where nothing is broken but time.
And we sit there.
Lay rather.
Staring down the night.
My words would make a great flashlight
but I am silent
and you are beautiful
so we just wait in the darkness.
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