'She Tells Me: Words Are Useless'
I am not asking
To borrow dimples
Could I borrow teeth?
I need a glint
To go with my lips. To dry my words
Just air remains
Between the inches
Of our lips.
I have been walking on words
Since we met.
Stepping on letters
Breaking like glass.
If tomorrow persists
I’ll stand mute.
Let the words
Breathe for themselves.
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