Saturday, March 21, 2015


At first
I desired
a lover,
who spoke
my tongue
so we could
be closer.
But you
spoke to me
in a thousand
hidden tongues.
in silences,
in glances,
in touches,
in absence.
You taught me
of lovers
from the wake of dawn
in ways I will never speak
to anyone again.

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