Speechless
I lie face down
When weeping
Your redolence
Cushions gravity
Monosyllabic
I am aware
Of a certain irony
I, who, never cease
In monologue
Am rendered indistinct
On inquiry
Gift
I prefer the honesty
Of your breath
As it passes quicksilver
Into the night
The truest compliment
Lie in proximity
You are here
You are accessible
That is itself a gift
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