The access of ascent
is in the syncopation
that boldly and completely
accents the other beat

so the invisible, unheard
that once was silence speaking
is formed into words
and made aware of its existence

There is wonder there
beyond compare
just beneath the surface of your smile
and I would travel endless miles
to be near

the soul that so inspires
this ever burning fire
in my heart
and now the rhythm starts

with just one touch in space and time
sensuous, your flesh on mine
and flames will leap and dance
escalating every chance

to accent pleasure over pain
while we become the gain
of syncopation stressing what is real
within the feel

of every form

? Michaelette ?

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