When music surrownds his vains
it's his heart beat, his sanctuary
my essence and our vocabulary
Grief quietly whispered;
tenderness was a tight rope
stopping his tears
Taking even a molecule of pain away
filled the crevices of my body,
landing on him
The taste of caressing confusion
on his tongue and his desire
on his fingertips
Eyes calm, his words awakened my nerve endings
Laughter between our bodies
speking in binary code
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