Here, Read

Here, read me like a poem, do. Let the voice in you that isn't through Whisper softly, line by line. I'm between the lines, I'm here, I'm somewhere near… Feel it with your body, with warm skin, And with a similar intonation. That me who's fresh and young. And not yet ground by time Into a steel tin as a fine powder. You were Vasilisa the Wise, And I wasn't even the Fool… Don't lose your place, and swallowing the lump in your throat, Look into me, searching for the core. You were and you will be. But for now, stay While my voice is here and hasn't faded. Read me like your favorite poem.