the birth of tranquil
when words meet music
racing anxiety slowed,
and slick,
and subtle
like splashes of sunlight
chipping at our faces
warm and comforting
like tapping footsteps
love me
like drumming fingers
like dancing
bobbing heads
and bodies contorted
into the full figure of violin
and singing like half notes
like puzzles brought together
and connecting to the sky
we love like wireless
find us anywhere
find us weak
and fractured
our experiences tugging against our very
existence
like tendons and muscles
our faces pulled back
like nostalgia
an orgasmic melody
of words to virgin ears
potent,
and suspect,
and anxious
musical therapy
a body of instrument
like balls of flesh torn
into stuttering syllables,
and time signatures
and melodies and pianos
we play poetry like pianos
like fingers are feathers
every nerve tickled
by the slightest touch
a Katrina of waves
pleasurable
and strong
like euphoria
brushing against the shores of truth
love me into music
like base that split atoms into frequencies
that scrape the sky
that loves like stringed instruments
this is a love
that sounds
like
music
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