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Passion and Music

Poetry By: Violet Vane

poem - intimacy and music

Submitted:Apr 13, 2011    Reads: 46    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   

Passion is dark music

a crescendo in my soul

to a deafening cacophony

till all I hear is you,

all I feel is you.

I am driven,

all bellowing brass section,

to such dizzying dissonance,

that my ears may bleed

from the sheer force of it.

Tangled in spirals of humanity,

your hands, my thighs,

I can no longer remember my name.

and then it's a crashing sforzando...

sudden silence,

whispers of sadness, violins weeping softly

because you pull back into you,

lock all that you've shown me

into impenetrable places with combination locks

that even the sweetest notes cannot coax open,

that I cannot pry with the fingers of my song.

Adagio for strings,

wave after sorrow's wave,

crashing over my head,

drowning me in sustained chords

that never seem to find release

and it is the same as always,

controlled, contained passion

that spills over into raging self-doubt.

No more open hearts,

no confessions,

no access,

only solitude.

And the symphony concludes

in a deceptive cadence -

a timid question

left hanging in the air.


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