Fabrication

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I want your voice

to crawl inside

my head,

tiptoe around

my ears and

dance on my chest.

Your honey words

float

and

breathe

and

sweat

inside my brain

until my stomach

starts to spin

and the earth

no longer does.

Your staccato

laughter and

your dark chuckle

whisper through

my closed eyes

and pour

sugar into my

bitter heart.

Your voice melts

the icy shroud

blanketing me,

holding me,

weighing me

to the soiled ground.

Your voice

and the way it

breathes my name,

that sound seeps inside

of me and

rebuilds my body

with bricks made

from the vibration

of your vocal chords.

My bones are

fabricated from

your words,

made sturdy

with your melody.

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