Talk To Me

 Talk to me…

…like you used to do, when the words escaped your lips like cresting waters flooding the space around us until we were both submersed in the excitement of dialogue.

…as if your beautifully pursed lips initiated an unbearable discomfort that could only be alleviated by the release of whispered emotions in the dark.

…in a way that intimates the details of your deepest desire as a story told by the one who makes dreams come true.

…I’m listening.

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