nights between your words
and my ears
are mourning veils
woven with spider's cotton
and hunger pangs
each blinking streetlight
reminding me of the glint
of a smile that cuts with sweetness
i live better
with your voice
dancing in my ears
like slow southern moonlight
upon a river's face
so i draw back the veils
and let your steady sunlight
resurrect forgotten laughs
and clear longing nights
in its place.
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