somewhere

an explicit saline councilor
in the deepness of my eyes,
sings prominently your song

its treasured susurrations bent
to my heart's pond, somewhere
in the right ventricle

a beauty orchestrated by lungs
like a Scottish bagpipe sound
made to oxygenate all senses


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