"I'll show you." she said.
Her voice touching the bare walls of the room.
"I'll touch you." she whispered.
Breathing out another promise as her first words shattered into the empty spaces.
The cold floor against my feet.
Warmth spread out through the empty room,
up the cracks of the ceiling and joined me as she put a finger to her lips.
"Shhh!" she commanded.
I was all still, watching her, imagining you
"The walls have ears, they have eyes, they have..."
she went silent for a while. Listening, searching.
I held my breath. Waited for her to continue.
"They have voices, but voices never speak."
She shook her head and sat down on her heels.
In my mind I created charcoal for her to use
her long black hair covered her body, spread out over the floor like a dress around her
she gently stroked the limestone floor with her charcoal
loving you to life just as imperfect as you turned out
and I saw it all. how she put all her love into every inch
moaning trembling as she loved your toes
almost making cracks in the floor as she shivered forth your nose
Your knees are perfection as she let the charcoal lick away everything she hates with knees
I watched her love you to life and you were perfect
and I watched how she loved you with her own mind
creating your, mounting you, dancing you to be hers and perfect for her
Watched her love you from every cell in her being
and I was at peace and I cried, for your happiness and I watched
and I cried.
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