I am but a chaos of words
A swirl of spark
In a swathe of dark
Thoughts unbidden
Stories festering
Sensations shadowed
And I gaze into tomorrows
Of unfettered unfurling
Someday to scatter
But a dissolution
A slow osmosis
Until you speak me into a sentence
Until your voice gives me sound
Until the music of my name entered your mouth
Like verses of summoning
You demand me to be
I am the force of your intention
Suddenly the weight of the skin that
Your fingers touch
The silken fall of fragrance
Your arms encircle
Hold fast
Speak slow
Lest all I am be ended
Tether me to you
And my possibility can be
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