Sliding through orange blossom sound
tickling baby pink skin
the sounds, colors that have no names
sneaking through the barriers that hold me together
my outsides, just an illusion
Your language, a dynamic textured tapestry
sounds that I never would have considered
I am learning it.
Show me things I haven't seen
Sing me songs that I have never heard
Touch the places I didn't know were there
Soothe my tongue with starry syrup
and stir my forever
with
yours.
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