A Lost Title

every verse
in identical fashion
breaking up
the thoughts
we share
in our sentences.
I can only wish
to be loved
by the one
true one
who loves the most.
It can happen
at any time really
it’s a wish
that’s been wished
a thousand times before
the title was ever lost.
I’ve seen words
to backs of hands.
I swear
nothing’s more
beautiful than
in your
praying position.
Always down
on broken knees
to palms
hands are folded
of course.
Use your mouth
to chant the whispers
you want to have happen.
Call and summon the one
you need in front of you
to satisfy the ache
building slowly
up underneath.

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