Steel on Steel
There is a sound when your voice grabs my voice,
when your words twist inside my body,
when my words scream to escape.
On the other side of sound, there is motion.
When your body slides into my body
and my body can outsmart you.
Can throw you into space with one unexpected turn
and then enjoy the wreckage we created.
But then your voice returns
like screeching steel.
And I remember as a child,
I would wait on the railroad tracks
until the conductor panicked.
There is a sound when your voice grabs my voice,
when your words twist inside my body,
when my words scream to escape.
On the other side of sound, there is motion.
When your body slides into my body
and my body can outsmart you.
Can throw you into space with one unexpected turn
and then enjoy the wreckage we created.
But then your voice returns
like screeching steel.
And I remember as a child,
I would wait on the railroad tracks
until the conductor panicked.
Finding My Way -- Kim Novak
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