You, husband
are my beginning and end. Far beyond
this meagre pen, its meagre droppings.
You husband, defy existence,
having crept inside my own
- made me an extension of yourself -
like a vine. Thirsty for the lifeblood
of such a tender young morsel -
so Ripe -
and afraid.
Yet your musical voice
soothes my soul,
your musical soul
soothes my voice,
and helps me breathe.
Allowing words to form
that would not otherwise
have found a note.
And there you are,
listening.
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