For a time, I embraced the
nameless frequencies.

(The sounds & vibrations created
between our tongues & teeth by
flesh within flesh & nights
barely dreaming so often falling
awake to resonance of thoughts)

For a moment, I saw myself as
brave: to be so casually vulnerable,
I put away the barriers –

& so noise rushed in, provided entry,
reverberating in the hollow spaces.

After time, I asked but more often
begged: rearrange these sounds,
create a language we can share.

When I named our frequency, it was
with knowing your response:
For me, it was only meant as fun.

Some love can live only left undefined.
Given words, it loses shape –

& I call it love changes to
another sound for pain.

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