byLauren Hynde©


The melody
heaving in the piano
miniscule perhaps
drawn with bare hands
poison and slowness
comes calmly.

Seven times
signs of appeasing
bellic opportunity
imagined without guilt
tigers all white
postponed thunders.

Suspended painting
sin with tongues
expressed like this
immersed in the river
torn soundlessly
syncopated laughs.

Soft rose
siren of yearning
wait inside
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.


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