Liking this poetry . . . this music unique . . . electric acid . . blue beams of laser-like distinction . . . sound waves dispelling . . a fluidic poetically vocalizing mesmerizing . . . despairing plaintive and . . . affirmatively assertive . . . I see her in black patent leather stilettos punching holes through my beating bloody heart . . . her silhouette flowing . . . her hair flying I hear her take her space . . . her place . . . her love songs screaming . . . words filling space . . . like helium in balloons and then lifting up to lodge in branches . . . like wayward birds . . . static rubber . . . only love fills these spaces . . . holes in places inconvenient to the lonely . . .