http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=6155074802534427276&q=resonance+sound+form&total=60&start=0&num=10&so=0&type=search&plindex=0 (music for reading:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y9xfKG8eCbc&feature=related )
Standing at the synapse, where junctions juxtapose the arrival and departure of an event, I feel the humming of dark pupils, and the laughter of an epidermic intake. I feel the nerves streaming down like rain before us. Codes of contact massaging the message... the eyes open in every circle.
and she said “having sex... making love... is like listening”
as we stare into each other's eyes...
The moon has been so strange, lately. Eclipses swollen with shadows and masquerades of full moons--it's mischief in the sky. As Clouds scatter across the inky sheets in the air. What draws me to you must keep the lunar lights from falling.
Deep grasses gather the ground towards our feet, offers itself as testament to where life grows. I feel your lips closer than I've felt my own. Mnemonic rhythms of a familiar place. Sitting in the branches of a neuronal nebula, watching our fingers dance along the sides of our face. Here, tongues chant circles around each other;p lips become soft as sleep. I kiss you until it becomes a dream, and each caress melts into another like colors in a river. Our sweat sang around us. We entered into...
And you said “making love is like...”
When I see your eyes open, a cover is lifted off the naked body of night, its bright pores, the silhouettes chatting in silent spaces. So distant and so close that I wonder how it all happened. How you can stand against something that is really nowhere. Unaffected by the same time you are. We stand in what is someone else's nocturnal sky, speaking shadow-talk... There is a sea of lights I swim in, and for a while I could not breathe. When I was younger, I would forget the night had stars. I didn't know how gentle touch could be until I met you. I didn't know binary solar systems stayed whole. I didn't know your eyes were some kind of mysterious place, bright and relentlessly beautiful like the sun, brown as the earth, mythic as the moons-I did not know if I would find my way back. I met your lips in a kind of wordless dialog, a transmission that broke open the radio so I can see your mouth speaking. There is no resistance with this kind of storytelling. I felt my soul between your teeth, under the shade of your fingers. Your warmth sank into me like a soothe-song; like hearing a nursery rhyme from under soft water. Watching flowers drifting in pools, calling shadows on the floor, I feel you staring back at me. Illuminating whenever your fingers drag across my skin. Licking the ends of your lip, your fingers creating twisters in my hair. Truth is, I wanted to stay there, with you. Truth is, sunsets end too quickly. Or we turn away too quickly. I walk away sooner than I want to.
How much do I pour before it spills? How much I do give?
In quiet soft places I find you... where gardens grow. Where sunlight traces moonlight.
Where gaps gather to create a void to fill with breath. I unplugged myself from my monologue... to give the silence inside of me a voice. To find the voice in you. Static falls away when I feel you around me... when you feel me around you, I want you to hear the echoes behind my words... behind my heartbeat.
There's a place where the rivers flow, to and from. I find you as I find it.
I am slow at first to learning these things, but with time...
The tree branches in a retina, the river's delta in your veins, the lightning... in the storm of this world... the lightning in your nerves.
Roots into the earth, the systems of a leaf (hold it to the sun and you will see it glow) towards the sky... we, the words between them.
When you hold me, you bring me into another world.
“Making love is like listening.”
When you hold me, I'm surrounded by the echoes of your faith in warmth.
I saw you there... the pale skin, the breathing fire, the warmth... a phoenix before me.
In each other's arms... a kiss.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WoZXq99W2Co