caramel and succulant
words resting, vanquished beneath your wind pipes
hollow and dry
perhaps it is your time to fly

and darling
I will spread my wings
if only to graze your lips
oh heart, what you must be thinking
feeling
it is unbeknownst even to me

but for one solitary moment
these tansmitting waves would be alligned

these fragile insides would garment your chest
and darling
I must say, they have never been quite as stunning
quite as proud,
content
to listen to the steady, stable beating of your existance

with the innermost intrigue
indistinguishable in every right
 
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