the universe broke open an
arrangement, a melody that sings
to the stars every night
and leaves us begging
lay our bodies down
and lift us up in our
nakedness.
but she,
left me bleeding
with progressive rhythm
and subtle taste of
her intergalactic lips
to die.
i heard the melody that night
for the very first time.
take my hand
and lead me to
the floor
let’s hold each other
and move along
as the rhythm goes,
as the music like
the southwesterly breeze
flows.
we can sway
our feet
while your hazel eyes
sing the song
of this cold snap night
let’s just have
fun, we don’t
have to take our clothes off
tonight.
a single feather
in a musical nest
of fledglings,
I peck out the rhythm
of my gravity.
I was born in melodies
to search for keys
that scale the chords
and play my inner
harmony
but all I hear is
the lungs fluttering
in fields of velvet oxygen.
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