"or you're sold to dying..."
You speak so sparing
yet my heart recognizes your articulations
I have trained my heart well
ready at a moments notice
for your unexpected throws
I resolve to share this blinding view
I would not settle for anything less than knowing how it ends
with my head on your chest and my ear to your heart and my breath
stolen by you
My body worn down and exhausted not even the heaviest of cavalries could
be summoned to ache me to my rest
this is what I hold in my hand
your bold beauty rings volumes
making words obsolete from sweet lips
and laying in your language I am warm and home
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