The words, these sounds
You feed them to me, I can feel you
Feel you in my lungs
Squeezing my throat, every note
You kiss my lips as you exit from me
On my own breath
I'm a grafted branch on your barren tree
Am I growing on to you?
Like a parasite on your barkless bite
Am I feeding off of you?
I bleed your blood and I fruit your tree
Every one of them
But I lost myself in the sound of your voice
Singing in me
I'm a plastic bag on the open sea and you're flowing into me