The Ocean Goes on for Miles

I want to be
a body
whose form to you is words,
and words alone.

And Here,
you forget my skin,
and the shape of me;
not a man
nor a woman,

but a voice

that speaks
only, to you.

An idea,
a whisper,
ruffling the pages
of your mind.

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  1. Robin

    Love this

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