Her VoicesA Poem by Peggy OlsonTousled up and dropped on a draft as an afterthought one spied a maiden across the way. And wondered...how to make love to damaged souls; how did one make love to damaged girls; what language do they speak standing alone in crowds? . . . to appreciate her hips, kiss them like they are art; or to understand those eyes saying yes; . Impress the voices in her head; glorify her artistry; please her alter ego; make all her personalities comfortable; . . Then it comes to saying "I love you" so that she is never at the mercy of her voices again
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