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So I thought I'd try one...
Major Third and Minor Second
That touch of brilliance in a major chord
The sharpened third, flatter
Than the unvoiced fourth it pushes at
Their not quite beat calling out
Hear me! Hear me!
The moving basses enharmonic change
Tunes that brilliant third against
The unplayed eleventh and nineteenth
Distorted by that flattened fifth
So almost not quite halfway there
Melodic patterns weave from this
A fugal contrapuntal cloth
Of clashing colors pushing up
Or down seeking that resolving final chord
Play me! Play me!
The overtones of every chord or note
The color of wind or string
Must move resolve or fade away
To almost simple silence
So almost not quite half way there
That kiss, that opening major chord
the arching back that beats against
the unplayed imagination’s thought
hands weaving ever changing color
Touch me! Touch me!
till enharmonic strings resolve
to the tips of your rigid thrumming nipples
that perfect minor second held for time
by teeth and nail so loudly silent
so almost not quite halfway there
Melodic patterns weave from here
a fugal contrapuntal thrust
of clashing flutter-tonguing throb
unresolved discord and brilliant lust
Fuck me! Fuck me!
the grinding basses enharmonic tones
inform your breasts and neck and mouth
an exquisite but disconcordant pain
resolving passion overwhelms us both
So completely absolutely all the way quite there.
Major Third and Minor Second
That touch of brilliance in a major chord
The sharpened third, flatter
Than the unvoiced fourth it pushes at
Their not quite beat calling out
Hear me! Hear me!
The moving basses enharmonic change
Tunes that brilliant third against
The unplayed eleventh and nineteenth
Distorted by that flattened fifth
So almost not quite halfway there
Melodic patterns weave from this
A fugal contrapuntal cloth
Of clashing colors pushing up
Or down seeking that resolving final chord
Play me! Play me!
The overtones of every chord or note
The color of wind or string
Must move resolve or fade away
To almost simple silence
So almost not quite half way there
That kiss, that opening major chord
the arching back that beats against
the unplayed imagination’s thought
hands weaving ever changing color
Touch me! Touch me!
till enharmonic strings resolve
to the tips of your rigid thrumming nipples
that perfect minor second held for time
by teeth and nail so loudly silent
so almost not quite halfway there
Melodic patterns weave from here
a fugal contrapuntal thrust
of clashing flutter-tonguing throb
unresolved discord and brilliant lust
Fuck me! Fuck me!
the grinding basses enharmonic tones
inform your breasts and neck and mouth
an exquisite but disconcordant pain
resolving passion overwhelms us both
So completely absolutely all the way quite there.