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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