I want to get lost
In the sound
Of your voice
Your hands
Clasping mine
A sign a melody

There was a melody
Distantly lost
In deep mines
Where solitary sounds
Lose fingers hands
Supple voices

Your voice
Has its own melody
Just as your hands
Tend to get lost
In the sound
Of words, yours and mine

I want this to be mine
As I sculpt the shape of my voice
Inflicting sounds
Upon melody
That loses
Itself dissolves in our held hands

You hand
Me what is mine
What I’ve lost
The remnants of my voice
Cracked melody
Composed of sounds

I listen for the sound
Of your hand
Moving to that melody
Which was mine
And held my voice
Secure before it was lost

Lost sounds find a voice
You hand me mine—a perforated melody.