Return to Life

Syllabic hammers to my xylophone bones
How you strum my senses
The resonance of your voice in my rib cage
Appreciation, anew, for the sound of my name
Your kiss my sigil
Proof of life in the salt of your sweat on my skin
You are real and
So,
Am I
Free to rest between your synapses
The space beyond existence where you and I collide
-EJoveJohnson

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