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 ménage a trois
of interpretations,
and intonations
fondle perceptions
of sight and sound
to compose a
body of harmony,
rousing innocent
and provocative
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
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

Written by Teeya
Author's Note
The loves who have comforted me all my life.
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