woven into DNA. Excited
by the eye, they burst
their way to the surface
where they tingle
and burn like ice
on the lips, lingering there
in passioned anticipation
of a lover's kiss.
The heart and the head
tussle for command
of the tongue
When the heart wins
the ears may bleed.
So it has been said.
No need to talk
Talk makes so much
noise and he
was so very good
at hearing
the silence.
The voice inside
says Be
at peace
for a while
at least.
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