Tuesday, August 18, 2020



Love is more than what words convey.

No one knows this more than the

Words I haven't yet learned to say.

Let incipient love fill the room

With big feral sound

Thumping bass beat

Wild rutting, sweat-soaked dancing

Guttural spastic scat

Drowning out all other voices.

I'm spinning and spinning

And all the shadowed faces

Are just lips moving, lips syncing,

Wordless soundless singing;

Everyone else seems to know the lyrics.

Later on I’ll rewind, rewind

Piecing together the lines

By candlelight, drunk on wine.

Rhythm and melody 

Always comes first.

I promise to find

The right words

To fill our last verse

And make the song mine.


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