Monday, June 4, 2012

You with a lilt

i have never forgotten
the lilt in your voice
when you told me
stories
warped
in tiny toes
that shrugged
to keep the syllables straight

Lazimpat squirmed
under the heat of the midday sun
and i imagined we had fallen in love

your voice wouldn't stop lilting 
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