Emotive soirée

I’m feral and lost in this absent pity
I feel no pressure to own your feelings;
this upset that drains you
I measure your sound with my palms,
caressing the sculpt of your fuse
I finger the noise that emits with amplification
and reverberate it back with a higher pitch

I resonate at a higher frequency

I grind my poise with stone
My feet, firm and resolute
I feel your energy with these tendrils that pierce you
I placate the shudder of your worth
and may swelter under your scrutiny
but will not drench in your emotive soirée

If not the guilt that wrenches your soul
then what rift peaks your devil?
What grift seeks your rebellion?
Wherefore these whirlpools that extract your dishevel?
I am the seeker of silence; of patience; reliance
Centre your soul amidst the heart of the spool
Only unwind within the emptiest of flasks