i kept noticing your low voice

i kept noticing your low voice

and i didn't even imagine a cocoon

but there it wrapped around

a bench, two bodies, past

my eyelashes, yellow birds darted

with quail but the air was

warm & wet & i had to look away

to listen

all i could think of was cheap

words like sparkles or magic

and did i start moving closer?

my body steps ahead of the rest

then from chest to belly

my heart sunk in a highly specific way i

wanted (incredibly) to run, losing

focus

and faith

i bear

the baggage

of forlorn boundaries how could you

be both/and, not either/or

i'm so humyn i'm so

hidden and disguised

this is too many nerves firing

too distracting too

you/i

unable to back away and still

looking sideways it was not

peripheral in my mind it was

the tropical trees but i couldn't

exactly describe them i was

touching everything with

ears and voice and body, floating

i had to close my eyes i had to

enter your story it had a violin

and smells of perfume i kept

noticing your long voice

how it spoke even allegories

in silences and asked questions

like why are you

like me in all my favorite ways?

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