Desire in the key of F#maj - a complex meter

Who would've thought it'd be so difficult 

to traverse these paths 

on your fretted back

with just the right touch?

There are more ways than one 

to tease you, please you,

I know that. I know. 

I know.

But I'm wooed by the illegitimacy

of darkened corners, 

by an elusive sound

drowning in the rising smoke.

This is the time

To keep time within swaying doors, 

but all I can do

is derive my own meaning 

in your sustained glance.

I imagine my flight

I feel your fight

To hear my caged silence

Within the slow measures

Of your sigh.

These pages have circles and mirrors

Inside and out, 

an urgent rising, an infinite reflection

with no rest till we find a resolution.

But this is a key 

in love and death

in lust and life

And changing where I place my scars

Just prolongs the agony
in empty spaces left behind.

I can't return anymore,I can't
return 

to the first movement, to the moment

we set this unbearable pitch. 

This time and place can not 

be transposed, to less-bled pathways

to an unshaking ground,
and if we try

we will only slip, be trapped, 

get entangled in this scale 
and slide fevered

into a whirlpool of shared dissonance
till we arrive clutching, gasping
at the right clef, for air.

Who would've thought you thought

I was the violent one dragging you to hell,

When the sheet music the dark music 

The raging music in my head 

was a blind reading of your hands on me?
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And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.


~T.S. Eliot [Four Quartets, Little Gidding, Part V]