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by Jeph Johnson

I risk it all 

to stand 

above 

the call 

to capture 

the sound of love

to pretend 

to hear 

its serenade, 

It's then 

the music 

starts to fade

and no more is 

the symphony 

I once heard 

when you and me 

would harmonize 

our song of desire, 

cacophonic cries 

bleet from 

our choir, 

full blown 

they croon 

a discordant howl

while my 

lone wolf 

moon shines 

on the prowl, 

I'm the little 

lost sheep 

wandering 

at night, 

asleep, 

far from the 

shepherd's sight

the owls hoot 

and crickets chirp 

all sing of love 

they can usurp, 

yet I stay huddled, 

cold and damp, 

deep in 

a wilderness 

I'm camped

all around 

uproarious sounds; 

the clamour 

of lovers all

knocking around: 

squeaky beds, 

whispering lips, 

even noisy eyes 

take me back 

to when 

we'd harmonize, 

but now the notes 

are washed away, 

and the 

sound of love's 

on a different 

wavelength: 

inaudible 

is how love's made

no real need for 

a hearing aid, 

everything's muffled 

when love 

you can't sense

I'm deaf 

at love's 

auditory 

expense