Chant
I will chant your name
The chords beneath my fingers
no longer break the silence
with words I cannot find.
Only hunger resonates.
I will chant your name,
I will chant your name
in this night of endless yearning,
drowning in the echoes
yet thirsty beyond belief.
I will chant your name
Your eyes have held me captive
Starved me without thinking,
crucified my days.
Yet our suffering is the same.
I will chant your name
I will chant your name
A hymn to aching distance
Until all latitude means nothing
Only lines to score desire.
I will chant your name.
Your body will dance before me
a vision of solemn beauty
numbing me with need.
A longing beyond your perfect skin.
I will chant your name
I will chant your name
I will chant your name …
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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Christina Papagianni
If you have read my untidy word juggling, you will know this. Some of you will know it well. But I like it. So here it is once more in case you have never read or heard it.
