on tip, of tongue
the words form one
soft sound, another
like no other, ever mention
subversive suggestion
the dream elating
banter to baiting, me
slating, placating
it's not worth all the waiting
my time's getting precious
don't waste it
embrace it
it's only a moment
intangible can't hold it
so take me for words freed
from parted lips
between we.
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