(I feel you) speaking into me
even though we are not talking
(as if we have) already merged
with the silver liquid shimmering ocean
cresting and lapping happily at our toes.
(I feel you) speaking into me
but your voice is not as I remembered it
from the party (all those years ago).
(I listen to you) I listen to you
in repeat and refrain of rushing water
vibrant sky deep-drawn mirrored depths.
It is the rolling vibrato shimmer of tremble
and that last long fluttered look
that shakes me (as I feel you)
speaking into me.
Small Pieces of Being 
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