We were wound wires once antenna split in two positioning hands amplifying signals determining distance a theremin of passionate proximity fuelled frequency electric palms
We were tangled tender in invisible pull searching balmy air for a part of me and you fingertips writhing wrists experimenting, rhythmic breath surging in synthy sound streams of lungs lament
We were a theremin of hot, hidden heat measuring melody's heart bleed coming close subtly sounding notes unravelling buried parts of me
We were wound wires once skin sounds static now layered in dampening doubt it was you who made me consider revealing notes unfound roots untangled lying bare awaiting a theremin tune that only we could hear