Mateusz

Eyes closed to a world

I cannot see,

Neck-deep

in the music

that you breathe

A carousel of notes

twisting ‘round your folded fingers

Weaving tapestries of heart-beats

I can’t feel 

 

Deep lungfuls in silence,

you exhale in song

I can feel in your caress,

Taste in your kiss

Your first language

is not spoken

                in words

 

In darkness,

Trembling crescendo

                                Heartbeat percussion

Your shadow walks across my soul.