You only belong to me in videos.
Here, pieces of you sing out to me like the sea
caught in a digital Conch shell.
I lift you out of the surf and
placing you near my cheek
crane my heart for every byte of your voice.
Your words pour out
drift out
lap out
and trickle down to my chin
past lips that can't decide if they want to curl up
or quiver.
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