Words – No 2

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Rivulets of words
Ripple beneath the surface
Of our lives
Gurglings of our exhalings
Ringing in our ears
Words eddy 
Reach out to touch, yet
Never arrive
Ebbing, retreating, ducking
In the space between us
Words fanning our gritty fears
The howling winds of
Fractious memories
Dust devils, poltergeist
Of our insecurities
Words dehydrating
Demoralising with their weight
We retreat into shade
Searching for something
Unspoken yet speaking
A kiss
The inbreathing of
Another’s whispering
Brush of warm lips

The spoken touch

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