Sing to me gibberish

Sing to me gibberish
yet I’d still fall for the unrecognizable familiar slurs, diphthongs, esses, schwas
that come out of those velvet lips.

Hum to me unfamiliar chords
and my heart will sing intimacies of our intricacies.

Compose certainties of indefinites and unknowns
let our souls whisper undying gasps and breaths
of a love crafted to be the dance of us.
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