oceans, cities, secret tracts and tunnels,
cables that bind an entire planetary canvas.
Your heartbeat plucks at them,
sings to my bones with a language
made of vibrations, of subtle codes
that gradually race beneath flesh.
Each chord struck tells me that something
stronger than distance or time is at work
to bring two halves closer to being whole.
We’ll finally come to life.
Our hands brimming with electricity,
we sway to unanswered tides
as gravity begins to shift,
beckons us to answer its primal call.
We’ll answer as all passengers in passion do,
blindly and without any hesitation,
even if the impact is too intense at first,
there’s always beauty in such natural collisions.
I want you to feel me through any division,
through canyons, roads, secret tracts,
and crevices that weave our world’s fabric.
Your heartbeat senses mine in them
like countless intricate strings plucked,
a language of subtle notes, of impulsive heat
that gradually yearns to trace beyond flesh.
Each orchestrated chord
sought you out over time,
sought the aria calling out
to the missing half of a whole.
When we finally do join,
hands brimming with electricity,
with an unapologetic blaze
as we sway to and answer
these demanding tides.
We’ll answer that primal call
as all consumed creatures do,
with forces bordering on fury,
even if the impact stuns us at first,
there’s always beauty in such a chaining.
