Friday, June 19

Sounds

In the interval from one beat to another, as the sound touches nadir and there is just the past echo, just our bodies reverberating, even in that interval when as if my soul is suspended and I have no consciousness of going anywhere, of being anyone, of living, even then you touch me, pull me into life, kiss me to warmth-- and love.

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