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When Two Souls Speak
BT (7/1980 / Louisiana)

When Two Souls Speak

We speak in the languages of shooting stars,
full moon skies,
and contagion-laced mystics.
Far too often
words are spoken. Full-flung with
daggers and spears,
but I am always the
first to retreat
I believe,
there are larger
ideals at

Being the victor never quite
mattered as much as the universe
encapsulated within your tongue.
We are immortals,
casting our nets
into primordial waves.

Only to you, my Beloved,
am I true.

Speak to me under the moon.
Allow my body to howl at
midnight’s pinnacle—
For I roar the loudest
beneath you.

My Life
My Love


(For L.G.)

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