**** my soul with poetry scream out my gracious name slay me with words that peel my layers and simultaneously drive me insane
finger me slowly, hotly with just the right rhythm and rhyme push me past my tender limits into tongues of syntax, sublime
alliterate my senses (in swift stac c-at o) until my mind is but blank verse mess up my stressed and unstressed syllables in unsung language, versed
I will speak to you in vowels (the only sound I will be able to make) as you stroke my iambic pentameter in the heat of frothed-up ache
we are this heroic couplet, you see even if the meaning seems veiled no need for simile or metaphor as I feel your chest rise in deep inhale
we are a natural paradox so many ironies abound discordant harmony is our synaesthesia in visible darkness found
and I love this delicious enjambment as your aura invisibly slips into mine our lines have no beginning, no end as we undo the boundaries of time
Explicit! synaesthesia-The production of a sense impression relating to one sense or part of the body by stimulation of another sense or part of the body.
en·jamb·ment inˈjambmənt,enˈjam(b)mənt/שלח noun (in verse) the continuation of a sentence without a pause beyond the end of a line, couplet, or stanza.