Monday, February 11, 2013

Sweetest Cacophony


Words fail
to encapsulate
let alone illustrate
this internal
metronome-
beat
breath held
beat
beat
scientific proof
of love.
let me add
in case you were not sure,
I do reciprocate
these feelings
 these created chemical
reactions are
something like
a freeform 6/8 time signature
from deep within my
rib-caged
bass drum-
hitting like
beat-beat.
breath
beat-beat.
breath
yet becoming
something more like
speeding
rising up from somewhere
void of conscious decisions
forgotten delusions
letting the notes
play as they may
rushing now
after being held at bay
for what seems like
forever
beat-beat-beat.
breath
beat-beat-beat.
breath
faster still
triple time
when you lay beside me
impossible to
deny cravings
unlike any satisfaction
I have known
music starts to swell
to something like screaming
too close to ears
delicate.
when these notes
become an illustration
a deviation
from
previous life paths
to create
the sweetest cacophony
of sound
makes me feel like my
heart may leap from my chest
directly to your
open palms
formed in perfect
collaboration
with mine.