Poetry

Cacophony

I am lost looking for your love
and the cacophony of industrial like sounds caused by the opening and closing

of your pump of life
Muffle the sound of your voice directing me to the aforementioned vascular muscle
The inability to hear you makes viewing you in your constant elegance nearly unbearable
You’re beautiful even when muted
You’re perfect though inaudible

And even though the words that you speak, shout and scream cannot be heard
Because of your own over-protectiveness over your lub-dub dubber that is manifested in sound.
It is clear what your soul says
The feelings are loud and clear
From your spirit

And all these sounds, this cacophony, put me in a paradox of emotions
An annoyingly blissful confusion.

Copyright 2007 Maiku