Visceral tones expressed
to me so plain last night,
found me and struck me.
It brings me such delight.
I’m glad your strong to
not retreat and to speak
the things you find in your
mind let your lips release.
Don’t leave me blind or
guessing in games confused.
This is no television show
nor where one must loose.
The score is not kept here
in my corner where I’m found.
I want to hear your soul
flow from you to make sound.
The prism that confines
break into a thousand shards
that fall away let breathe
your heart with it’s own art.
Splendid there are colors
of blue and red stoking flame
that cause chemical reaction
that draws me to your gaze.
Love your tone!
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Thank you Sir.
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