speak to me in musicA Poem by m.s.early
i imagined her voice falling like the whole world upon me
and bursting into a thousand pieces. she wrote to me, “speak to me in music” and the sound of a thousand singing children in the temple choir rang relentlessly in my rattled cage. i pretended not to notice but the tempo quickened and the stress beat alternated... on the one then syncopated, like my heart, i palpitated. while her eyes in a painting wire me together the way a man is drawn and bound to the rocks by sirens, i will be praying incessantly in the density of my slipping sanity for the utterance of my name to be drawn from her lips salaciously © 2018 m.s.earlyReviews
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Added on May 31, 2018Last Updated on May 31, 2018 Authorm.s.earlyVAAbout"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." -Salman Rushdie more..Writing
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