Imagine this is a song,
with a melody you have
never heard; a tone that hangs
in the air like a bell high above
your head, lingering in your ear
—a pulse, a weighted glitter.
…a string of notes that you can’t shake…
playing in your mind over and over
until every thought intertwines with
cadency, stringing itself along a measure
of nerve endings and sensation.
Imagine I am a song,
with a chorus screaming
from my skin, like a tantric
force of noise; singing at you
to howl back, to pick up a separate
accent, hold, interval, joining in
with a salty taste of overtone.
…your lyric with my lyric, my consonance…
encasing a rhythm in your eyes I have
never heard in anyone else.