Etude in the Key of You (1)
James WF Roberts
What song would we be
if I gave you a pen and manuscript?
could you write our score? Our tempo?
our timing? Our depth—instrument our touch
describe our feelings—find the hidden depth
within—within—within whatever we are?
What are we now?
am I the quaver to your semibreve?
the chord and the octave?
the harmonic and the discordant?
am I your melody?
Or just your counter-point?
allegro non-molto troppo.
dolce. Are we both minuets
just dancing a stately waltz around
our past and our future?
stately pavane holding our hands together
but our bodies separate…
What song do you hear when we
what images flash before your eyes?
I hear Led Zepplin when we kiss
I feel like I’m David Bowie when we fuck
floating through The Doors of Perception as
fall, euphorically through light and rain
night and fog—last of the lost encounters
we fall aimlessly into each other’s arms
over and over and over again…