talking body

i listen nightly to his words
on repeat over the speakers

there are evenings that i weep
from either sorrow or joy
nostalgic and reminiscent

i let his words wash over me
scrubbing me clean
refreshingly sublime

like warm piecrust being rolled out
delicious & always welcoming

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