Crescendo
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I find myself
listening
in secret
darkness,
hearing...
things:
The voice of the lizard,
the pounding of drums,
a saxophone,
a soft, wet moan.
(The orchid blooms
on a windowsill
of the deserted room,
its beauty unseen
and
unremarked,
but a blossom, still...
for a while.)
They roam
distant streets,
lost in love,
or its reflection,
its throbbing
erection lost in
moist tenderness,
like their first kiss.
Torsos of women,
faceless,
without identity,
without past,
present, future,
or any life at all,
parade past,
treasures
without eyes,
ears, arms, legs,
hair, or the other
accessories
typical
of female love.
The strain of time,
a symphony
of dark terror,
of crushing
depression,
of emptiness
is too beautiful
to bear.
We were young
once
and full of eyes;
young once,
and all ears;
young once,
you and I,
long ago.
The music moves me,
drives me,
feeds me,
strips me,
burns me.
Melody is madness;
harmony, an imaginary glue
sealing me to you.
Song always end
the same way,
in a crescendo
of passion,
pain,
and doom.
Kierra
- 30.05.2021
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