i cannot explain
unless i compare it all to sound
because our holding
hands while i give you time
is a litany of volcanic hymn
while the flavor of our
just letting the river of darkness
take over our car is
a beat shaking the speakers and
laying down with you for a nap
is the glazed golden voices of a
choir that grasps your mind
yet the best is when you
open up and tell me how you
feel and think
sounds like a classical start
of a song that enlightens
like the gates of heaven opening up
and a most holy
rain of notes
arrive like kisses…

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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