I am a listener.
I stay silent and drown you in the depths of my eyes
To help you exhale
In peace;
Through storming lashes
The dampness leaves
You gently bloom in my presence.
I turn into dewdrops
Nestle
In your warm petals
And become
A listener
Again.
Should I wish that you speak?
ReplyDeleteFor silence is a stranger;
The echo of my own voice but a scary semblance, a stalker in its own right.
Touch your fingertips to mine.
We'll love. We'll last.
Interrupt words. Intercept dreams.
Tickle each other to a tangerine shade.
We can always take turns.
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