Thursday 15 February 2018

Him and Trance

In those tunes, I see Him.
An unusual style though,
a slow abandoned dance.
Two doses or a thousand,
of mysterious, nameless trance.
 
In a mere glimpse,
I devour a droplet of ecstasy
that He is drowned in.
The same, flowing from
the corner of His eyes.
 
The kind of tune that makes
eyes, bereft of light and
throat, bereft of voice,
cry and squeal inside
to its impassioned delight.

 
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