Spoken through the continuous
Movement against a chest,
A delightful pulsation of
Sounds that course through veins,
Analogous currents of garnet and violet
Rolled sensuously off the tongue,
The saccharine flames of consonants,
Illuminate the voice, bathing it
In a yellow glow, a mesmerizing human warmth,
Mi amor, mon seul amour, l'amore della mia vita,
A thousand lovers’ voices speaking through
Bow lips, pink and alive and curvy.
So many, ways to say how you feel, but
It is better for words to die inarticulate
Words, with their many faceted splendors, enchant
When they are bodily incarnations, words,
And their honey weight, press their meaning,
Into those idealized, intangible things: souls
With kisses warming and hands touching and eyes closing
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