Author: Rory Sorenson
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Teach me your secret so I can see
the way you listen to your world.
Can I give you something broken?
Would you fix it
or remake it
or just let me be?
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We spoke once in a dream you had
I forgot what you said when I asked you to
give me a truth.
I kissed the question
to your hand,
and held its echo to my ear.
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You should know
I think
A part of you
will always be inside me.
(Or maybe me in you).
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Describe your favourite sound to me.
And why it looks that way.
I found a story for you to whisper,
or roar,
or both.
Just keep it hidden in your lungs.
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Because salvation found me early,
—being baptised by your tongue—
you must carry my misdeeds from now.
But you will be my burden
when I am
fluent in speaking you.
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I’ll let you close enough
to love me if you promise that
it’s only pretend.
And you can leave
now please.
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Take my feet
into your hands,
and press me to the ground.
When it storms, I
smell you in the rain.
(Have you ever tasted lightning?)
It reminds me of your scent
when we first met for the last time.
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I’d missed you for eternity
when I heard you hiding moments
in tomorrow.
You sing in your sleep
sometimes
when you think no one can hear your breath.
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Let me act like
this is our final night together.
I’ll return.
Promise.
Just give me something for my journey,
so I can hold on to my home—
Your calloused hand.
Before I go,
I’ll leave you with
the map your eyes traced
on my skin.
You could find your way to me.
Or not.
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When I’ve waited forever to feel you
Beautiful Man,
what’s a few more moments apart?
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