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The Voice

Could heaven speak to me…
Directly…?
Or am I going insane…
Has the moon switch orbits…
With the sun….
Is my blood just running hot…
From a rare temperature burst…

Am I breathing…
In the recesses of my mind…
A voice…your voice…
Like the strike to a bell…
That voice rings out…

Waking my heart…
Telling it to pump…
Faster, faster and faster, yet…
I answer…YESsssss…I am your pet…
Me…marionette…
Then the echo…
"Touch me"…"Touch me"
Rings out the loudest…
I am at my proudest…
We are at our wildest…

My arms are pulled like by magic…
As they entwine…heavens' ….garden…
Your garden…
The voice whisper….and whispers softer….
I am your gift…
Do…not…stop…

Whisperkwane@mai l.com
p.s. womans manna...from heaven

poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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