love, poetry, women

Music curing nausea

Washed away

The hope of holding on

With emotional

Incontinence

And avoiding the

Work in a vision of

Peek a boo

So I sit

Open to the conversation

As much to learn

As to sit and hear the

Music of your voice

No matter what song it plays

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