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- He wants to build
- a city with his voice;
- tabernacles and churches,
- brick by holy brick
- in the way his mouth moves
- around open-ended vowels,
- across sentences never finished
- and whispers, dusted across
- his lips like snow
- on a dirt track.
- He wants to build
- a city with his voice;
- rusty fire-escapes and skyscrapers
- when he laughs low
- against the freckle on your thigh
- and pushes you further back
- against the brick wall
- that scratches the bare skin
- of your shoulder.
- He wants to build
- a city with his voice;
- graffiti smeared by the rail-road
- when he tells you that he loves you –
- neon and bold –
- and you know that one day
- the bridges he constructed
- with tongue and teeth
- against the underside of your wrist,
- will become echoes,
- ash sinking in the rivers
- of promises made under _____.
- When he smiles,
- your heart tremors
- in a terrible way.
- Of course.
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