Ringing

I forgot all about this poem, I just found it on my computer and thought I’d post, it about 4/5 years old.
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Ringing

I lay with my ear pressed,
Against warm flesh of your arm
A ringing sounds . . .
From fathoms deep,
Burrowed in your bones

Percussion sounds reverberate my skull
The faint insistent ring

The rise . . .
And fall . . .
Your chest
Is  out  of  sync

Discordant
With my
Breathing.

Your heart beat,      
Ba boom,
Ba boom,
Ba boom,

It comforts me,
Strangely, to know deep inside you’ll keeps going
You know it’s you who steals my sleep

Ba boom
Ba boom
Ba boom
Your heart beat
It pulls the strings,
Leads the concert,
Conducts the orchestra
Of breath, blood, and vitality.
Your parted lips led the stricken symphony
In the holding court of stolen silence

It calls out to me
Conflicting sounds,
I can’t interpret
Your body’s compositions
Drawing back unto the tower of Babel

It wakes me up at night,
The angry anchient staccado
You sleep soundly
I check the phone,
A dial tone greets me
Though I know it's you, I still check the door.
Keep telling myself that I just have
Remarkable hearing, wish
The damn neighbors would not
Get calls so late

I hear its echo when I’m alone,
In the space we rent,
But can’t call home
The plaster cracks, splits
As Your percussion bounces
Off walls of tainted canvas
Filtering through me with every pass
Straining my mind of rational thought

Seal the windows, shut and lock the door
Must . . . keep the vibrating sound inside,
Escape . . . cannot let it follow me.
Flee from the den of trembling noise,
Driving me from sanity . . . tormenting me

A conflict inside you,
It doesn’t include you
Refuses to exclude me,
Fights and races me
It waits for you,
Wants you to discover it,
But torments only me.
Unfulfilled, uncontained,
Fighting me, frightening me,
Repeating things I should not know.
I am weak, it all drains me
You are ringing, pounding
My past is buzzing
The line is busy