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 The Love between a blind man and a seeing woman. The Love of a mute woman and a well versed man. The Love of a deaf man and a woman who understands. The Love of a mute, deaf, & blind woman and man. The language of silence. Silent communication frees and filters the need to prove a thing because it just is, you feel it and just know.

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Steps that are loud

Swindle arch clouds, with a new language spoken

A heart bled, left, unchosen

A bridge, miles, 13

Holy, Queen, desecrated slowly

There walking

An angel whose seed is thirsty

Soulfully inundating an Atlantic- secret Atlantis -Dream!

Yes I do

And I, think of you

And I, I want to cry

Because the God in you, is in me

Dusts form from the sand quickly

It's the Truth that I'm singing about

Scorns rainy rendered snout

Eye witness the scar of Cain leave

A little child's bored mind lead

Destiny

She came to me

She sang with me

She prayed for me

She laid on me

 The healing hands of her voice

Welcomed by my warmth

Had absolutely no choice, but to lean and drink with it in each wake of my rise

Soft circles ring around the rosy steeply, easily round and up the mountain of  my thigh

Where ever you go

I follow, high

Packed every piece of my heart for the road so that peace wouldn't catch a cold

I'll hold you in chains promise without disguise

Letting go if not honest

But you came to me honest

Where we'll end up , our soul-journ is not promised

This grew

With you tarnished

With you blue

With my soul

Here, reap what I sow

These steps enigmatically grow

Loud

Unyielding

They Dance with the clouds

Around and around,holding Loves infinite sounds

 

 POEM INSPIRED BY NAS SONG - "DANCE"