by Melissa McGeary
I like your quiet way - silent, contemplative
like the night sky lazily dripping stars into a calm sea.
& I wonder what tempest simmers in your ribcage
what passions I could unleash
like a murder of crows bursting into a fiery dawn.
Let me feel your words on my skin
How your mouth forms around my name like aprayer,
the way your accent colors the vowels in shades of worship,
Oh quiet man, I cherish every syllable like a holy relic.
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Melissa McGeary is a librarian from NJ.
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