He bows down and gives thanks to me, with both his hands doing the talking.
Both his hands stand firm on grounds I hardly step to.
My whole kingdom is his terrain.
Statements escaping my lips lead him to speak volumes.
He rotates his tongue, as if to lisper, and I am attentive.
From a landscape view; he has sunk deep into his speech.
Head facing up to a God who exists, my thumb has found my teeth.
My mouth is clustered and my tongue is forming forbidden words.
I call him words. He speaks loudly.
I curse his mother. His whole mouth swallows my kingdom.
My emotions have gone wild and my hands have found him.
He welcomes me as I approach. He leads me to a place. I find myself in a state.
Yet, I am pleased as he mumbles his last words.
He looks up, as he concludes. I bow down and give thanks to him.
With both my hands doing the talking.
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