melody


by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer

a lurch and pound

though sitting still

a roller coaster without thrill

stagnant emotions look to spill

I look around me

Your touch strong fingers cradle flesh

my essence softly You guide threshed

by nature, illness day enmeshed

swarms beat me soundly

the dreading wait for break return

the swift and steady acid burn

the more I tense the less I learn

darkness surrounds the

thoughts I can't run away from stink

I swim so frantic not to sink

then You grip through my fingers link

I stop my foundering

the evil will not dissipate

until my heart excruciate

and You remove from my weak pate

and place resounding

a joy unfathomable sweet

perfume and flavor gladsome meet

accompanied by paraclete

ecstasy sounding

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