Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Every Simple Word

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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