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Beloveds

Chameleons
of persuasion:
lines and lullabies
inciting senses at will,
spilling secrets fostered
beneath my breast
when my tongue
has yet to
tell a soul

Melodic whispers
of satin strings
osculate somber woes
cradling me from myself
as gentle strands
of pianissimo cords
weave a blanket
of auditory comfort

My encouragers;
my critics,
compelling me
to remember all
while allowing me
to forget everything,
yielding emotions
to discern those things
I do and do not want to feel,
have and have not felt,
and should and should not desire

A m�nage a trois
of interpretations,
versifications,
and intonations
fondle perceptions
of sight and sound
to compose a
body of harmony,
rousing innocent
and provocative
intentions
beyond a realm
lips and hands
could ever reach

Timbres and tones
pore into me,
saturating my being with
endless ballads, canticles, and
A Capella arias
til� those wandering muses
find shelter in my den of thoughts,
life in the pulse of my fingertips, and
song in a voice who remains
chaste until either muse
galvanizes their refuge
with the urge
to release them

My lifelines�
invoking spirits in my
quietest moments,
jolting clarity
when confusion
suffocates
my sanity by
breathing lines into me
and I bleed ink onto
listless pages
and barren spaces til�
they become fertile with life

My first loves,
my first lovers,
shaping themselves
to bend my intellect
and sharing themselves
to shape the world...
my synonymic inspirations:
music and poetry