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[invisiblepoetry]

It's the way you say goodnight
That whispered voice
That makes dreams
Hold no choice
Further from wanting
And I could live an eternity
On the echo of your tongue

The way you hold me in words
I have never heard
In more pleasure
Than when you tell me
Sweet dreams

My body seems
Insufficient in a world
Where it can not
Encompass you
In arms and eyes
And lips

Tender sounds on the mouths of lovers

These poems seem
Insuffient to the song
Echoing from my soul

True poets write about
The heartbreak of love
I write only
For you