The music that plays on

Hands entwined like silken knots
on arms stretched to fly

Music slyly
squeezing the impulses
exploded from waiting
vulcanic like overflow
projectiles constrained by centuries
brought back to light
blinded
by new breaths always
insufficiently imagined
prickling angst
intense tickling
under a new skin
fleeting touches
promising shudders
blushing shivers
that don't show
but
too strong
to become words
or even glances

Trembling irises and pupils escaping
on suspended craters...

And the music
the music that plays on.