Waves travel through a medium, energy imparted at a point dissipating out through space – absorbed piecemeal until it disappears entirely and the energy is lost.
Resting my head against your heart I can hear your energy, I can hear the moments after love slowly fade into the medium of your form – your body trapping our waves within one another.
Down by the canal, lapping waters and wistful whispers turn ships and encourage lovers. The voices holler out your name, husky men by the docks and the mosque where bells toll the end of service. Indigo ladies cat-calling.


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