Operatic Movement
Can she hear me?
See me
Feel me glance her swerves and curls
She has a sweep from her meniscus
A bend so perfect, I see math
Silent curves that are smooth as jazz
Her angles romp and swing in consensus with my heart
The music creeps up my skin
Inaudible sounds are seen and touched
Never before has an opera of perfection
Made my gut dance
My tongue slides back in my throat with electricity
Harmony rules her from head to toe
I crave more of this girl’s symphony
To taste the sound of her voice
The drama of her sculpture
The melodious song embedded in her arch
We create a concerto of romance
Passion composed from gunfire
A home for the warrior poet
A rainbow of smoke glosses the eyes
What does she see?
What does she feel?
Can she hear me?
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