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I felt
every absolute of contentment
to your voice washing over me
in distinguished provenance  
my racing heart metronome to a fae wilde's
hauntingly beautiful colors of vigor's elegy,
as an aural stitch in time where every breath is relinquished, beautifully,
if only for moments unabashed in soothing deluge,
drowning myself in your sonorous resonance 

I felt in my certainty duplicitous to conscious reason your hands to mine
when it was simply famous fortune,
Like explosive silence or serene equilibrium,
or perfect tranquility,
Some noiseless avalanche,
of rime and wind,
that carried gilded secrets,
now a part of myself. 

Unexpectedly, 

also in privilege,
awe or even astonishment,
 to your corridors of memory,
where I wandered once, lost for what seemed an epoch,
where my time is yours

for as long as you wish,

So that I may lend my ears
to your dark artistry