The sound of love,
the rrrrr, trill consonants
rolling r’s,
brrrlak,
a language
understood only by lovers
falling
over the edge,
plummeting downwards
into the arms of the lover.
They touch ground
heel-toe-heel-toe
they circle ’round
faster and faster
the dust whipping
in a frenzy at their heels
their arms weaving
overhead until
finger tips graze,
lovers ignited by
the rush
of the touch.
A dance once
started, too late
to stop, hips gyrating
slowly- in four-four time
steady at first,
a frenzied flurry
of tempo follows
the lovers in
their whirl around
the space between
their clothed bodies
dancing faster
faster
until there is only
the space
of
a
breath
rrrrr, the thrill
found in rush of a
silent touch.
http://www.vimeo.com/5918756I the first time I heard the song Brrlak,I thought this is what love sounds like when it’s nipping are your heels. Thanks ZM, for the insight and the inspiration.
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