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The melody
heaving in the piano
miniscule perhaps
impetuous
drawn with bare hands
poison and slowness
comes calmly.
Seven times
signs of appeasing
another
bellic opportunity
imagined without guilt
tigers all white
postponed thunders.
Suspended painting
sin with tongues
expressed like this
canonically
immersed in the river
torn soundlessly
syncopated laughs.
Soft rose
siren of yearning
wait inside
myself
let all whispers
even the lion
evoke lost jungles.
Don't move
don't stare at the blue
return your hands
the theorems
all past lives.
On the poet's music sheet
plays an invisible romance.
Intelligently developed metaphor, I think all poets can relate to this.
Neat-o, madam
Pfeww! (Relief!) No problem for me in the theorem use this time…
But Abstract? I think not! Have not read such a sensual poem since – see, was it yesterday on Polygons and jealousy? So the 'Abstract' is tongue in chick? The power of an abstract sheet of musical notations (let’s live open the question which kind of notations)? Most importantly, If the power of real or imagined music evokes that kind of images and that level of sensuality who needs any other type of common intoxicating substance?