falling from lips like rain from the windowsill
the reverberation of sound
solitary syllables in syncopation
it is the hiss of the yes
the purr that more provokes
goodness like wine on skin
there is a rhythm to it now
a volleying of thought and sound
connotations creating sentences
etched on skin, in the marrow
bones aching to move
union of the tangible and intangibility
we are flowing now
the left and right of hip and sole
turning tables and tonality
every simple word
an exhilaration of the tempo
lean in, let go
until all sound ceases
no thought, only breath
silence rains down
collision of liquid
from earth and sky
utterance of an inaudible yes
shall we try the tango next time?
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