Speak
Speak to me of friendship
In the velvet of your tones;
With a tongue inducing tremor
In my flesh and in my bones.
Speak to me of daybreak
In the language of the night;
With a syntax born of freedom,
Lovebirds rising unto flight.
Speak to me of beauty
In the terms of lullaby;
With a whisper of contentment
Drawing breath a deeper sigh.
Speak to me of giving
In the words that I adore;
And thus speak to me of loving
With the voice of evermore.
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