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These Dark Clouds, Colored Luna Grey
silky words
seep slowly
into
my crowded head,
each one
pulling
vibrant colors
from
the atmosphere
~and they sing~
images flutter,
landing softly
across
these dark clouds,
colored luna grey
with the melancholy
of existing
in skin
that doesn’t fit;
each stolen
from memory,
or
my insatiable
imagination,
it’s hard to tell
sometimes
~they all sing~
rotund bass notes
sliding
skin to skin
against
the upwards lilt
that finishes
your voice
like a fine wine
paired perfectly,
and my ears
are an empty glass,
waiting
seep slowly
into
my crowded head,
each one
pulling
vibrant colors
from
the atmosphere
~and they sing~
images flutter,
landing softly
across
these dark clouds,
colored luna grey
with the melancholy
of existing
in skin
that doesn’t fit;
each stolen
from memory,
or
my insatiable
imagination,
it’s hard to tell
sometimes
~they all sing~
rotund bass notes
sliding
skin to skin
against
the upwards lilt
that finishes
your voice
like a fine wine
paired perfectly,
and my ears
are an empty glass,
waiting
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