what love could i seek if not yours?
what love could i seek if it’s not yours?
a joyous ode to your name—
even sorrow would glee to hear.
i’ll leave some words on your doorstep
slowly relenting, slightly scrambling.
like the way they were in my tongue,
your name’s as sweet as the morning dew,
waiting for my lips to utter
each syllables describing all of you
don’t spare me from your benevolence
don’t spare me from your rage
don’t push me away when the voices
get to the corners of your circle
breathe me in and hollow me out
let me hear the ache in your voice
before the wind’s whistle blow you away
from me
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