i see you there across the way and there's something about the way you say not that i hear as i can only see but your hands are moving wildly in ecstasy as you speak some wonderfully intense story of
my voice got lost in my shirt as i pulled it over my head and i wondered if anyone had heard what i said there was a muffle but not much of a statement a ruffle of the shirt but nothing that hit the p
the next poem seems within me yet somewhere nestled deep and out the moment of birthing panic it will finally be free there is a verse to be sung that i have yet to know the tune a melody for every to