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Sound of Longing

DSCI0015the smallest sound,
a mmm of ecstasy
or mourning.
stain left along the round,
an ahhh of pleasure
or despair.
skimming the vowels
u u u.
the finality of
hard consonants fall
prostrate before my tongue.
press my lips
and hope to lie.
the open nerve
wrapped along my alphabet
must straighten up
if I’m to dive
and strive and revive.
u u u.
the smallest sound
a stain along the round
where my words and I, were found.