Small Talk

Give me the sound of love
Not the flesh, nor the bones
But the tone
Whisper it slow
Let the words drift
On the wind’s tide and
Settle like snow

Roll them round
Your chattering teeth
Then echo it loud
So all else is drowned
Yell it out, burst a lung
Oh give me your love
til you bite off your tongue

Author: ataraxicat

All characters and events are fictitious, probably.

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