I walk. The twilight lurking just behind. “just one” she says “other” The breeze kisses my flesh with the comfort of spirituality. I’m swallowed by the sound hugging my ears. Her voice consumes like the sweetness of a child’s oppression. My soul. My feet move forward in the pre-night air. I’m living and learning to love. The self that moves through this life wrapped in the mold of what is to come. She tells me what this is, this thing that we all search for, her voice thick with a gift for the rhythm of the notes. “can you give me everything?” Her question that we have all asked. I move uphill embracing this moment of fleeting clarity. Her voice tugs at the essence of craft. She speak to me so clearly, with a lush voice of insight. “goal of everyone” My legs embrace the climb as the sunlight lingers in the trees. “Can you give my everything because I can’t give you anything”
The steep takes hold milking the sweat from my brow. I embrace the pain. I embrace the breath moving faster. I am alive and in this moment her voice caresses every swell of muscle, every inch of my flesh. The burn in my lungs like fire dancing on water “if letters spell out words…. i will trust in time that we will meet again, if you wait”
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