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By J. Knipp Date: 2003 Apr 08 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.08.22.54.28736]] |
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I wish for emotional illiteracy ignorance of your dancing face. I wish for tone deafness in context In times when your spoken music slides low and weeps like the Blues. I would only to hear happy/dumb sugar blitheness in the notes of your speech. Then again... a glucose communication Soothes palates and rots soul When I hear your lidded sorrow It ekes out my tears at each tune. ...Our roots are a knitted lattice. This want of inscience suggest That I cower like the backdrop Of these two bodies that make one song I am the dissenting murmur of our heart No... I wish for all your melodies or arms carried as far as voices. If not to cure any pain you may have Then to lessen any blow you may take. |