a language spoke by the soul
As if its the souls only way to cry out
This is you love
this is me
crying out for you
my skin demanding
the closest
proximity to yours
my hands washed
and new
yet
this mouth has nothing to offer
that you haven't heard a million times
before
Even now
as I desperately search for words
I realize there's nothing left to say
No more that I could do
Mythology says Zeus
split
Perfect humans in half
for fear of their power
We were meant to collide with
one another
thanks for waiting
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