Spin low
and sweep the tides,
Press me into that uncertainty.
As I swan dive your prose
My head thrown back
And search,
the possibilities of ink.
Because deliberately abstaining
makes me think too much,
Voices carry
What the heart won't touch.
There's a now silent language
I know of only spaces,
and affections unsaid
are our memories.
Shake the bones inside me
Shake me hard and fast
Don't be gentle,
don't move slow
make me scream
all your names
before you let me go.
And leave if you must in the afterglow
I ask nothing
Because I stare too long
I think too much
Oh, my voices carry
What my heart can't touch.
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