I want to learn the language of you:
the one spoken informally, at home under your skin
between two tin cans stretching sinew from here to the half-moon.
Teach me on nude floorboards over darjeeling
how to converse fluently with your essence
until words give way; until horizons birth tomorrow through shuttered walls.
the one spoken informally, at home under your skin
between two tin cans stretching sinew from here to the half-moon.
Teach me on nude floorboards over darjeeling
how to converse fluently with your essence
until words give way; until horizons birth tomorrow through shuttered walls.
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