Pianists possess too much self-restraint Predisposed to tempo and controlled choreography Frigid fingers refused to glide across white and ebony, I couldn't master what was never really mine. You compared me to a calculating centipede With 171 pairs of legs, serpentine coils and contortions Like numbers, you said I patterned myself after palindromes, That my alphabet was amplified while all parts of me Could be phonetically read the same way backwards and forwards. I was an octopus whose tentacles were crushing your consonants Severing the strings of your syntax, and dismembering the logo pieces of your language. Like sophists, I was trained in rhetoric The art of public speaking I assumed I completely understood the labyrinth of love. But your feigned ignorance was like Socratic irony in the Symposium I stumbled along the cobblestones of my own contradictions And you glanced at my taut, raisined nipples and flushed porcelain cheeks The burning betrayal of my body revealing repressed affections Your questions were already answered through silent, salty confessions. Words withered on the tip of my tongue, a desert of dehydrated plants I breathed condensed clouds of water vapor, hydrolizing my hardened heart Like buddhas in lotus positions engrossed in reaching enlightenment You fluoresced the walls of my fertile imagination. In this anatomic theatre, I was a tapestry unravelled, a collapsed cathedral of chastity Numbing myself to the five senses of ordinary perception This was the song of two nightingales perched on the same niche Our unrehearsed mating ritual like midnight serenades.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem because I think people should never hide their true feelings from one another. It is just the basis for a great deal of heartache and misunderstanding that can easily be prevented. I also think love can be expressed in a multitude of ways, especially through the art of music.
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