You – Frequencies


The wave wrapped, and crumbled around
The fabric soft, the air so bland
We sit and command these souls chained to hearts to beat -

Thump - a match of strings - be it chains or locks
But i cannot - do not - remember
This sequence, this dance
If mechanical charge be it electric

The music down flows, your vocal cord demands me close
I long to hear the rivers flowing
Down your collar, near my knees

It flew by my ear, my hair it whipped
My ass it struck, your hand it took
Your breath it stole, my eyes it puffed
Our lips it matched, our cords it tuned
Now we sing, to match so close
Now i see where I took it from
For so frequent our waves be here
My YOU, my near, my far

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I believe poetry is to be felt, if then desired analysed. I don’t want to explain it, since it’s feeling transmitted through language.