Listening to Your voice                      
patches of oil separate                       
lambent continents of skin;            
Olive under bathlight                     
mounds of soapy island                        
extend beneath foam                        
Beyond the cistern                        
eventide constricts;                        
alters Natural to wick                        
Flames emerge resplendent    
puppeting silhouettes    
across purple paint    
Pressure emits compressed air;    
collapsing each bubble    
nesting against my head    
You abruptly quiet;    
Poetry splays over tile    
grout absorbing Words    
I become a generator    
heating porcelain;    
a coiled element of flesh    
Lavender permeating    
my Southern Provence;    
Your privy landscape    
Fingers methodically    
clearing a dense stone    
for smooth sailing    
Your mouth at my ear . . .    
slams surges against the hull    
I grip your arm for impact    
Riding out the Storm;    
its rigid bolder of Silence    
dissolved by my scream                        
The aftermath recedes                        
with each waning echo                        
. . . of Your name                        
Before a Southbound compass            
Navigates straight up through me             
Written by Ahavati
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