The Music

by ddavidd   Nov 13, 2023


Hand and guitar,
the corresponding frolics in the mirror!
the waltz with, the mirror!
the waltz of the hand with the cord!

The hands searching the music,
the dance that creates the music,
in crisscross of caressing,
inside the tangency of vibrancies
disturbing the pause, the focal point of the mirrors,
the throats of hourglasses, the zero,
in consonant plots
to knead accordance,

finding their corresponding echoes
like two mouths kissing,
two tongue consonant interrelating,
two thirsts reaching
extinguishing each other burns
rolling up, emerging as a cool spring
in one another’s mouth,
to balance
our appetence
with reciprocal wetness and thirsts,

to fly
because
every dance
is a butterfly.

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