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Click hereHe sings me to sleep in another man's voice...
The nectar of his words pouring in through
my eyes,
my ears,
illuminating the murky waters of my soul.
I bathe here in this glowing wall of
perfect prose and lyricism,
ignoring the left brain for a moment.
I roll the sweet words off my limbs and down my stomach,
sitting deeper into the pool he made for me...
I turn into a sudden harsh ticking and find
his words imprisoned by parentheses
Borrowed emotions from another man
to another woman.
He loves me as her through his forefather's words.
Very nice. The powerful first line really set the tone. I'm not sure about "forefather's." I get it, but it seems too antiquated a word in the context of everything else.