by ally boyle
a note from the artist, ally--
this is a two-part poem that was heavily inspired by classical music and sculptures of the classical era. their perpetuity and unceasing sensuality is forever inspiring to me.
the first part:
delicate piano strokes
build my anticipation for what
you say next to me in our
clandestine love letters. the same
two chords form a beat in my
heart, faster and faster until they
break and fall, waves of excitement
at your words-mysterious, and yet so
it is disbelief in my eyes, though,
for whose heart could even
touch the surface of the
love that my heart holds
is it love? i wonder,
or is it a paralyzing lust,
a curiosity for the unknown and adult?
is it wiser, i wonder, to think with my
head (as i am so frequently urged to) and
not my heart? i am so young-do your
complexities perplexities me?
why, though, would my youth deter
my heart as it sings for you
ballads and sonnets?
would it not enhance my emotions,
reassuring and reaffirming them, allowing them
to ripen like the most decedent of fruits?
a bass chord strikes me lower and
resonates from the tops of my knees
to my lips, still parted in disbelief, to
the center of my chest
and the two-note anticipation strikes again
the second part:
pianos tremble like my limbs as
i uncover treasures from the
depths of my soul-truths and trysts
buried long since i saw you last.
i worry-not about finally peering
upon your face once again, but
that if i do, the instant i do,
everything will change
(moreso than it already has).
every fear i have is soon
assuaged, though, as a smile i haven’t
looked upon in æons sets me at ease.
conversations resume, silences endure,
and i am at peace for the briefest of moments,
watching the corners of our hands and minds touch.