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A Poem by s

The taste of music

Chords pull at my organs
Chaining me to the rich voices
An aurora of blended goodbyes
I wish I had cut the tangled cords before
Our organs intertwined
Was no more
No
Not our heart alone, but the grit of every working article of my body
Every cell
The red fraying fastening fascination of string pulling me back and back
It wraps around our wrists and our veins
It twines around and around
My neck
And back to my throat
Down the winding vesicles of my being
Until I am taken and took by nothing more than the sound of
Your voice
And the
Cuts from
The thread
Shed
From the aurora of blended
Goodbyes
No longer chained
Yet they still remain.