"I wish you didn't have to work in the morning. I wish it was one of those days when you wake up fine and the sun is out and the day is warm. I wish we could just lay in bed and you could hold me and I would read to you la dispute lyrics like poetry. And we wouldn't say much but just understand.
And you would know what I mean when I say
"In your smallest touch are things which enclose me, or that which I cannot touch because it is to near."
I would read you my favorite Paul neuruda and my favorite Alysia Harris and you would absorb the love I would try to tell you, desperately in these borrowed voices.
I'm mute.
All the things I would try to tell you in stupid poems and good ones
and ones when it came down to it,
I was too afraid to write. "
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