late at night and the
words we fumble with
the ones we say and the ones we
.
don't
.
soft slow and sweet
like that guitar playing
it falls down on us like
rainstorms
we could go all night
couldn't we
i whisper as you
.
smile
.
our limbs entangled
slow like those soft sweet
cords flying off the neck of
that guitar
sweet on our
lips
and trips off our
tongue
like those words
.
the ones we have
yet to say
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