yet for you…

i could never dance

nor love

nor write

enough, for me to express

so very properly the feelings

i hold most dear.

 

yet for you –

i try the speech of men.

 

words stumble with dear intent,

along my tounge to breach

– my bottom lip –

grazes yours, to reveal

– the trembling letters –

slowly crawling upon your theeth.

 

 

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