The warm sound of people talking
Leaning against each other
In clothes
In the fading afternoon
Like you are doing now
In your dark countenance
In the silence
Many miles from here
I look down and see
The honey sea of your skin
The warm river of your eyes
How were we to know
Your voice
Your voice
Your voice
The membranes between us
Push the darkness aside
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