How do you say all that you do?

your poetry like silk seams

on the fabric of my skin

stitching all my wounds

like they never were hurt

the scars almost invisible

How do you make magic

with the simplest of words?

In your boyish voice

with an impish ring to it

that when you laugh

I want to seal your lips

with mine… for as long

as you would let me

or till we are breathless

and then I want to listen

to all you have to say

and go back to it all

your kisses like silk seams

on the fabric of my skin

stitching all my wounds

like they never were hurt

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