Vocal Accord

Lovers Squabble. Against who?

 

Her mouth opened and the voices came.

Quick,

Rude.

Erotic.

Waiting for a tongue to preach on.

 

You wail…

I wail…

Our sighs have been made;

Conjured,

To bring our only enemies down.

 

Your smile; to curve hearts.

Mine; to paint them red.

So it is, she brought armies down,

Curving hearts.

Preaching to her accomplice; opening her mouth.

To let their voices:

Curse.

Laugh.

And Sing.

So it is…

 

We open our mouths.

Reviews

[Emily B]

oh,

oh my . . . vocal chord, accord, discord . . . you draw such pointed pictures when you choose to paint with words. Curving hearts? It's different. Haven't quite wrapped my mind around the image yet. I'll let it stew a little.

And so it is.