Of words.

His voice, like butter
Melted on your bare neck
As he whispered
Delicious, tasteful words.
Words which could flow
…which could burst out the seams
Of your dreams, of your reality

His voice, like the ocean
Crashed on your toes
As he spoke with
Vast, infinite words
Words which could ebb
…which could wash over silence
Of your present, of yesterday

His voice, like the breeze
Played with your ears
As he wrote with
Eloquent, articulate words
Words which could lift
…which could intoxicate the hour
Of your imprisonment; willfully, knowingly.



-By E.E Cummings

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– as small as a world, and as large as alone 🙂


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