Meet me with melody
and with the speed of music.
Your harmony thrusts
to pierce my wants.
I show you how to play upon me.
With eye-whispers.
With tongue-trembles.
The concerto is down my throat,
use your finger as a plectrum,
my ribs are thick strings of longing,
bruise them beautiful.
Your brutal force is a soft beat upon my drum,
your kiss a thunderclap.
Do you see that ocean?
My celestial sameness?
My love?
My love: this harmonious and carnal rapture.
My growl has sounded in your ears, my peace is filling your hands.
Do not put your hands to your ears.
Listen.
Touch. Make history of us.
Regain the spark of courage.
Then my faith will be you,
and so never tamed.