The music in
me is same as the music in you
same as the
sound I hear in silence,
same purport
as the healing violin strikes,
the same
intercourse as our curled lives,
it is the
same skin.
So when I am
drowning with your beads
around my
chord in the sea of fertility,
enter in my
mouth graciously-
like there
has never been any computation,
any complication
in our creation
of these
stars and earths;
as if we
submerge in waters and the ice submerge
in us, plain
and sculptured;
like my
naval bearing your prints
yield snowflakes,
murmuring
the words
which left our skin a million years back.
The chapter
of music between bodies
will never
be rogue,
never-
as they
share skins and water
over many
courses of time,
it shall reproduce
itself,
out of us.
Posted for Magpie tales
7 comments:
nice...love how you approached this relationally and it plays well...the music in me and the music in you...well done...
Beautiful write...wonderful opening line...
Strangely moving.
I guess we are all musicians after all...
=)
तू हुस्न है मैं इश्क हूँ, तू मुझ में है मैं तुझ में हूँ?
Can the expanse of love be measured or compared? Lovers are equally into each other, such that each one looks at other as if He's submerged in other. And love, it always finds itself.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
Very unique.....that first line is amazing!!! :-)
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