He said, I want to marry your voice
And wrap my bare hands around your vocal chords,
Control the volume and tone accordingly
Making sweet sounds
That melt on my ears,
Silver notes that cascade and tumble
Softly
Like the first tuffs of snow
Clothing the naked ground,
And each snowflake is a frozen thought
Of yours not yet spoken
But fully potent
Until that glow
That white light
Slowly
Dies out.
1 comment:
EWW completely disgusting yet completely brilliant.
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