Because I’ve studied him;
know exactly how it plays across chiseled features,
this wild honey,
this art of reaching into the soul merely
by listening—
it appears cloudier still,
how lips taste like every thought I’ve ever had;
this magnetic hypothesis’s efficacious
is confusing.

 

 

 

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Posted for Quadrille #114 @ dVerse Poets Pub