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A Melody

I am full of echoes.


They thrum 

up and down my spine,

tickle my throat

drum my heart

Faster faster faster

Or maybe 

Slower slower slower


And so, when I am close to you

our echoes 


And is that not unbearably beautiful? 


That my sunshine speaks to yours

the same way we find 

a kin in sorrow? 


That these remnants

bounce off one another 

and play, like two instruments 

learning a delicate melody? 


And so, when I sit with you, outside 

our bodies are speaking,

are singing,

in silence 


for the telltale thrum 

the tingle under our skin

while all around 

is birdsong and wind