Flowing towards you.
Many voices compete
For reaching you first.
Many feelings welling up
In my wet eyes,
In my raw soul.
Voices from the shadows within,
Thoughts from the light,
Desires from the skin,
Kisses from the air.
Let me whisper,
Closer to you,
What I’m afraid of hearing.
Let me sin without hope
Or agenda.
Let me become
The word in your mind,
The spark of your wish,
The kiss in your dreams.
I am many voices,
And you are my sea.
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