Your voice rumbles in my brain
Like a train tracking on the rails
Your singing voice habituates my throat
running smoothly, slipping softly
taking its time to single out
what kind of words run through your mouth
what would it be like to know her..
If we were no longer strangers
her eyes would drown out
other men in my life
the sun would rise for the first time
swimming against her skin, with no one in between
my heart is in a knot
and it cannot be stopped.
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