Deep dark man
holding on
to haunting music
Stirring
the unchilled parts
of the soul.
Currents move-
Viscous emotion
thudding faster
the beats
of a pained heart-
warmed molasses.
It is not glue
holding us
but love
fluid, flowing love.
Deep dark man
holds onto
the loneliness
inside the music.
I hold onto
the deep,
the dark,
the loneliness
inside that man.
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Beautifully written, so expressive of commitment, worded with true poetic skill.