Love Letter From the Soul Xxiii
L,
Boom, boom, boom
a dozen pressed upon a dozen
drawn, I am
to the sound
etched
and sculpted
not wanting to pass
the heart and her songs
carried towards me
like crosses of past
naming names
but the rest are all the same
boom boom boom
badda boom boom boom
clickety clickety clack
there's no turning back
minds open, legs splayed
fingers trailing
spines tingle as pages turn
torn with the wrappings
meaning melts, delving deep
words looped and alluded
an interlude of skin
drawn, I am
boom boom boom
outside of the desire
hearts begin to swoon
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