inside this room the bass expands
resonating inside
the walls of my head.
our chemistries align
and synchronize
as our bodies form
a tightly braided thread
upon the liquid surface
where we lay
and play in 4/4 time.

ribbons of chords bind
as we yield to the haunting rhythm
of a solipsistic score.
captured in an endless crescendo
time forgives the thundering tempo
oblivion from moment to moment
higher and higher pitches are reached
where we lay
and play in 4/4 time.

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