My voice is a thunderstorm. The words –
pillars balanced for a millisecond
on the cusp of my lips, waiting
to topple over into your ear.
It becomes a tempest coiling
like ensnared vapor in a mirror.
Its pledge binds your heart –
promises of us, everlasting.
Now it trembles and quakes
like suppressed magma,
unable to express the seething ecstasy
that beats through my vena
at the thought of you.
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