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p id="e74c">Cannot be defined in words or thoughts</p><p id="9166">And that the feelings that course through you</p><p id="07d7">Talk only in your blood</p><p id="b5a0">And your bones</p><p id="3d7b">And the marrow that runs through them</p><p id="8f54">And that when your toes curl in anticipation</p><p id="daeb">Of you know not what</p><p id="9d41">Because what abrades the veins on your skin</p><p id="a5a8">is not something that has a name</p><p id="a4fc">And that little hollow emptiness</p><p id="9e3c">in the pit of your stomach</p><p id="75ce">That becomes a giant hollow that</p><p id="e9fd">you can feel growing pore by pleasantly painful pore</p><p id="45f2">So much so that you have to</p><p id="62b8">p

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ut both palms against it</p><p id="3ab6">So that that yawning gulf doesn’t swallow you whole</p><p id="fa5d">But it doesn’t help</p><p id="c391">it doesn’t help</p><p id="e6aa">And you go tumbling into the abyss</p><p id="fd5f">Love from lust, lust to love</p><p id="cc6b">Either?</p><p id="c554">Neither?</p><p id="ee7d">And I, who know so many words</p><p id="7c41">Can’t find one, not one</p><p id="9894">To describe this.</p><p id="1591"><a href="https://readmedium.com/dreams-e171e6137431">©️ <i>2022 Suma Narayan. All Rights Reserved.</i></a></p><p id="c1e8">If you like my home of words, consider supporting me at <a href="https://ko-fi.com/sumanarayan1160">Ko-fi.com/sumanarayan1160</a>.</p></article></body>

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Sometimes

You don’t know that there is a caress in your voice

And a smile in your words

That everything you say and

everything you do

Makes someone break out in goosebumps

And that tingling your very presence creates

Cannot be defined in words or thoughts

And that the feelings that course through you

Talk only in your blood

And your bones

And the marrow that runs through them

And that when your toes curl in anticipation

Of you know not what

Because what abrades the veins on your skin

is not something that has a name

And that little hollow emptiness

in the pit of your stomach

That becomes a giant hollow that

you can feel growing pore by pleasantly painful pore

So much so that you have to

put both palms against it

So that that yawning gulf doesn’t swallow you whole

But it doesn’t help

it doesn’t help

And you go tumbling into the abyss

Love from lust, lust to love

Either?

Neither?

And I, who know so many words

Can’t find one, not one

To describe this.

©️ 2022 Suma Narayan. All Rights Reserved.

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