– love’s words run still (twelve haiku)

things we feel will not

die for want of words to speak

them – those feels will stay

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your breast warm on my chest

heart and tongue’s incoherence

dissolving in sex

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how our words run free

of sense when what we feel speaks

more than we can say

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love shifts forever

infusing lust’s hot moist mouths’

fluent sweet nothings

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the love we feel gone –

ghosted, holed in our hearts alone

swells in silence still

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love remembering

each wordless stroke of the tongue

bodies becoming

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that loss sends us mad

whose griefs we know shall not pass

so we stay still, still

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love like roots in earth

grows deep, inarticulate

all through tacit seasons

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till we cry our loss

pain blurred blind – we’ll not be heard

nor seen as we are

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love is a virus

spreading our sweet infection

mingling genes, bodies

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this is how these words

might speak to those who hear and

feel their inner sense: –

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if what we felt died

through lack of words to speak it

this is how it ends –

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freddie omm

20.02.2020