listen, just listen
to my eyes closing
to the scrape of my tongue
the rush of blood
and the flow of my essence
just listen
just listen for this moment
I need this space
to make myself heard
and compose me
in this poem
feel, just feel
the weight of you
the drape of your skin
the line of your folds
and the give of your intention
so, lets listen
with our senses
pricked
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