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"What kind of poem do you want?"
you asked

What are the words
that can tell me all about you
the very recipe of you.
Are there lines
to reveal the invisible,
a poem that will speak
this silent prayer hanging between us?

I want to read
the most revealing poem you own
to roll every syllable on my tongue
and to taste inside it
the salt of your skin
the pressure of our mouths

Just as words don't have to be poetry
neither does poetry have to be words

In between the beats of your pulse
a great tide rises and falls
Tell me the poem
about the place I can watch
the sun both rising and falling
on that sea
as if making love in slow constant rhythm

give me that poem

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