talking of love
her slow slow
her young young
voice
voicing
the whispers between
two lovers thinking of
two lovers loving
two lovers together
on a bed
of snow
white
and dirt
dirtied
on a fair day unlike today,
a person would equal a person
and the flowers would open,
close and open
and she would open,
close and open
and the sounds are good
and clear and happy
like they always are
on fair days unlike today.
but today we teeter totter
on the seesaw seeing sawing
and you are always on top
and i always below:
somehow i am heavier
than all that you are,
darkness of a night
combined
second by second
by second and second...
her oh uh
talking of sex
her fast fast
her old old
wisp
whispering
the voices between
two strangers thinking of
two strangers estranging
two strangers apart
on a train
to no
where
and distance
distancing.
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