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We were wound wires once
antenna
split in two
positioning hands
amplifying signals
determining distance
a theremin
of passionate proximity
fuelled frequency
electric palms

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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

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We were a theremin
of hot, hidden heat
measuring melody's heart bleed
coming close
subtly sounding notes
unravelling buried parts of me

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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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