It was the middle of the night
When you came to me and told me,
'You'll find no love out here'.
You shut off the steady spring rain
To make sure I heard every word.
You placed your mouth close to the flesh
Above my head.
Your voice sliced through the fluid
Surrounding me.
I heard every word.
The pounding heart, my constant companion,
Skipped a beat or two.
It seemed like a hundred.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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