music
soul food
heart strings

Poetry is the sweat of Love.
It is the spirit of intoxication,
A sign that the height has been
 
breached.
 
A rapid descent is approaching.
 
Suddenly the clichés become banal,
Concepts to explore.
Lines of worth, without warmth;
No superlatives, no longer the ‘one and only’
Or the ‘only one for me’.
Just ‘the love of my life’ if I died now.
My ‘sole-mate’:
My only lover.
 
Despite this digital age,
You still use yours to pick
Through these nickel strings
Looking for music.
When you find it
You make it solid,
A rock that you can
Throw through the air,
Catching and examining it from every angle.
You run a finger over a riff:
Once, twice, three times;
'Til it runs smooth.
 
It rolls toward me,
You nudge it forward,
Anything can touch me
When it comes from you.
 
Suddenly
It’s fluid again.
Then freezes.

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a chance, a choice - both missed?
to be changed or postponed,
undone, undead
a summer storm - steaming, fast & furious
intense - landscape changing & quick
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there is no that way
only all the way
and if that won't do,
another time will have to