OVERLAP

Some things can be perfectly expressed by sound alone and images would only be disturbing. Other times, sound would be possible, but visuals are much stronger and closer to what I want to express and then again, they sometimes overlap perfectly. Alva Noto

Overlap:

The beginning and ending—happening at the same moment.

Awakenings transpose your blooming spirit.

Pain spun into pleasure.  A humble web encasing

every molecule of my being, each mile behind you,

each square matrix in front of me,

taking fear and mixing it into a helix of love.

Softly, a thin layer on your skin, a unique perfume

coding your base from the translation of them. It

is there, a reinterpretation of subtle scent—I long for it.

An overlap, a grid on occupied space, a coincidence of

unoccupied elements soothing common crossroads of fate.  

Something happens when you atone a moment

in the crystalline margin of a warm back, footprints in passage,

a rumbling in the chest, face to face, an overlap of tenderness;

the shadow from a mountain caused by the sun, tears falling,

each glistening a gold-laced shadow of love.

In the surrounding quiet, remaining air bonds,

arms overlap hips, touch overlaps flesh,

spine releases chills, raindrops fall as dew,

slowly over the landscape of your revolving body—

riveting, transfixing, mysterious, and overlapping.

The former presence of something that no longer exists; I am

an overlay of a shadow on the grace of your face, a smile.

The billow of a horn singing north and the wind howling south;

a finger balances the entirety of your universe, your earth,

soft orbital circling your navel—the center creation of love.

TJKG

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