Your name is white noise sounding in my brain,
Your face, your movements giving noise texture
Hours pass and you dissolve, I see the world
Until the phone rings. Whether you or no,
You are back again, your name sounding clear
Throughout the air, taking time to drop, drop
Drop to a low hum, but always a hum
Never to silence, never to stillness
I look back to the world and now you’re there
Leaning on the tree, laughing by the brook
Reading on my couch, naked in my tub
And where your form ends your name still remains
Coating the lens through which I breathe in life
Must you touch, my sweet, must you touch it all?
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