noted. [speaking in tongues]

 



pounding.
that's the feeling I get when bass
hits temple. smoke clouds and whiskey
taste like battling beats with heart-thumps.
and I.

I breathe-out like guitar chords. [she] walks in
and I want to put ink to paper in the form of sharps and flats-
[she] makes me want to write her like a blues song.
and sing with the passion of 50 years
worth of heartache.
while I tap my foot. to the pounding.
of that feeling. when bass hits temple. and I feel her pulse
through me like words I want to sing at her.

against wall. her back like an arch- when lips are used
for more than whispering. loud
like a chorus. eyes scream in filtered notes.
skin on fire, [she] makes me think of boiling water-
and I take the burns. against wall.
guitar chords can't speak passion- like those eyes.
and I want to write her like a blues song.
but 50 years of heartache
doesn't touch my neck the way her lips do.

with lips. used for more than lyrics:
I want to speak her like a love song.
and feel her like-
these words.