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.