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"Your voice, whe you speak,
is a dark ocean and a blue star
the sound of heavy feet on cobblestone, the feel of
heady nights in Brazil.
Full of coffee and the pulse of music.
This is the sound which I hold my breath to hear.
Your voice makes it so, makes it as you will it
when my hand becomes lost in the slope of your back
when my face is buried in the field of your throat.
You are honey, soft
and you stick to me in places.
Staying, leaving this sweet reminder
of your fingertips, like
some exotic postcard.
You, stone cast off from a random fire
left to burn and smoke
in my heart, arms, knees, eyes.
I laid nets, traps after the last
and you, the silver-bodied fish you are,
slip through
and gather me like pearls
to rub glassy and smooth."
I think THAT'S love... complete giving of yourself to another person, regardless of past and future. Just knowing that for whatever reason, you fit together in some way... and that that is enough.
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