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We were wound wires once
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
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 


Image ©Catriona Whiteford

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