Dot Dot Dot
Hold on to the thin deceased tree
The plane is soft like smooth bark
I grip with five or more finger tips to console your beating heart
Your bold text is a distanced travel like Noah's Arc
Come to me as I embrace your unspoken thoughts
Speak to me
Unspoken words that I hold dearly
Soften my mind
Message my membrane with vivid imagery
I have a front row seat to the movie that is portrayed without tongue
Pierce my eyes with a lunge of coded language
I will crack your locked thoughts
We share the same interests
You know me like a lover's unconditional love
Jeff L.
Smock Salute!
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