They speak
Your soul forgets to burn because your skin is already
on fire
We discuss periods at the ends of sentences like
weapons
but it's too soon for anything but
softness
sweetness
flower beds of caresses so your skin
smolders
in the tight seat
deaf to the poetry
deaf to the baptist church choir
deaf to anything but your own
beating
heart it says
yes
yes
yes
never mind the score
for once you think you'll let
it
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