I want to feel you as I feel words
the slip of my tongue off my lips
in my throat
in my ears
in the reverberations of my skull
a colliding force in my mind that becomes a butterflies' wing
and a rocket ships tail
and little bits of minced up syllables that soak in the riverbanks
that condense into clouds and rain down upon the city
to be captured in my mouth
and slip off my lips once again
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