Written by m ennenbach

woven

we had
aural sex
our voices
going down
on each other’s
cerebellums

she stroked
my aorta
with the trained hand
of a
professional cardiologist
skipping beats

i feel her hand
on my internal organs
strumming
eighty eight keys
with the grace
of a trained pianist

we’ve never been
in the same room
but we have
woven our souls
together
into the most perfect mesh

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