shiver
raze midnight in the desert of her thinnest mile
she said maybe
well maybe the cold front is coming on
he said how can you tell
she said i can see the things you say
before they leave your mouth
and i don't think i like
the shapes they make
and he didn't speak again
until the sandstorm hit
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Soma I traded words with you
Cotton covered mouths muffled
Leaning flesh against flesh
Shivering against dim winter air
And we discovering our bodies
Speaking louder than our voices
Your heart and mine
Trading warm hope and memories
Across boundaries and bodies
I wonder where we learned to speak
Without words or tongues or sounds
Trembling with naked excitement
To be truly felt and seen
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