It Can Smell It

i don't yet have the senses to describe your senses

though i can sense you

kinda sorta

in the way we describe this inability to describe

each other, it is more unique in that

than the word unique 

we call it - The language, of one another

you and i

lost at sea

trapped in space

bored to death

drinking together

each other

the medicine of our own souls

drunk upon the other

lying in between the shadows cast

by a feeling that,

(nothing is really describing

what's existing)

just a feeling

i'm gonna really

really, like this feeling

when you teach to me

how to feel speak hear touch

taste

your mother f*****g language

(in more than

1 space...

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