Forgive me, please, but do repeat what you said while its fresh in your head, the way those consonants stretched, before you forget
Wait there, that's it just at the split of your lips, before your tongue gives to lisp, wearing that sweet sinful slip, spins a crippling ellipse
A swell of strings sing 'neath the pleats of my dress and speeds what beats 'neath my breast until the song they suggest taps traces of wet
What wake that shape did make conducting the way they phrase this endless refrain and for the next several days I'm braced 'neath the waist
Creased of these sheets and half asleep it seems to speak through me
The sweet symphony might simply be the sound of space between conceived of where we meet
Might pure proximity then cease to restrict that which exists of such bliss, where that it rings of all things with strict consonance
Bless we with breath lest we forget what you said to loose this noise in my head for that in flesh unto death might we seamlessly blend
And should I pass away I pray a tape be lain upon my grave and these sweet remains may play that melody to say whats left between these knees at ease
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