Motion of Love
Running up the stairs, riding horseback,
A looping curvilinear boomerang.
You and I let’s start the motion of soft attack.
Riding in a rollercoaster along the heated tracks.
Oscillating like a pendulum and the flapping of bird’s wings.
Let’s vibrate through the night like freshly struck guitar strings.
Together we will be a rocking chair,
While rotating like the Earth channeling a jet stream of air.
Crazied, like stirred up dust of Brownian motion,
Or the changing rhythms of water in the ocean.
Let’s take the night by surprise,
And with the motion, we will ride!
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