Diana Harris

            Lovely          I have none
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           There you sit man-god
            you the one that I adore sit there
            he listens to love         laughter
            spill/flowing from your lips
            I from this small distance can
            no longer distinguish sound
            from sense from heartbeat
            my ears my eyes burn my
            hot breath is stopped
            frozen in my mouth
 
            still as sweat/tears swell
            and flame and flood and fall
            he listens to your language
            lovely              I have none