Music


May music fill the space between us
So that I must swim through a symphony to reach you
So that I may dance, freely and openly,
Into your arms
And if there is no music
Then let us make it ourselves
With smooches and sighs and moans and sweat
For this is man's original opus
A masterpiece of the universe itself
Love of mine,
This is our song
That will sound for the rest of days
As we slow dance, old and gray
In an empty room with broken shades
Ardent flame,
I would burn at the stake for believing in you
And when they gathered my ashes
It is this hymn that would rise up
In an unconditional cloud of dust
And it is you
They would sift between their fingers
Love is a tired melody
But, please,
Oh, God, please

Let it play

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