Friday, September 29, 2023

Where are you? by esteban a martinez

you will never hear

my words


brute tongue

did not mean what it said


i did not say that

i am not good with words


you will never hear me say

i miss your rasberry tongue

the wet of your mouth and

your words

i hear sometimes


they vine through my body

my mind

my dreams

honeysuckle of a kind

can cause melancholy

by its absence

love clarifies.

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Where are you? by esteban a martinez

you will never hear my words brute tongue did not mean what it said i did not say that i am not good with words you will never hea...

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