your fault my fault
the phone's ringing sparks a craving to feast on your voice
your words, jewels and blossoms, trigger the ferocious speed of my pulse
as you wish twangs my heart, stops my breath, and brings on chills
sweet songs with secret meanings run on repeat, a constant serenade
the calendar- July 4, Labor Day, Sept '16, 07/11/15,12/14/16- is a weighty thing
the things that were, are, and will be dance nightly through my dreams
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