For the Universe
to bestow a gift upon
your waiting, aching
tongue, you must expose
the slick tunnel of your throat.
Sing, cry, anything-
give your desire shape.
For you to receive, you must
first open your mouth.
Who are we, but ourselves.
What are we, but each other.
For the Universe
to bestow a gift upon
your waiting, aching
tongue, you must expose
the slick tunnel of your throat.
Sing, cry, anything-
give your desire shape.
For you to receive, you must
first open your mouth.
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