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unchosen

An incorrect assessment
leaves me tongue-tied.
Breathless,
stomach pangs
seek
Manipulation;
I welcome it all with basal gestures.
Hunger and a noble intention
challenged
Respectful of his gallant toes
on feet I’ve not seen
cleft chin stubble
or shaved clean.
I don’t know this sound
but I am listening...
Future souls sing to cold august ears
inertia
Let them burn in the arch of my back
spread wingspan through eternal
I’ll pay in bones,
but light it in a hurry.
Carry it forward
densely demanding - worried
most of all,
Speak
You have my undivided attention.