what is this magic
of your laugh and mine
making love between us
what is this gravity
of your eyes and mine
pressed like palm to still water
what is this your remedy
that loses me from myself
that bends my knees
and breaks my fall
I know how Beethoven
wrote a symphony while deaf
there is a music
so full of heat
you feel it through the floor
About the Creator
Katarina Tyler
Tre Fou
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