Unconventional dis/at/traction

The residual echoes of your voice were whisked away into a box and were lost
Maybe it was your soul running from me.
Still, I'm glad you left only a trace of wisdom.

There's a new beat tapping the walls of my heart in hypnotic, streamlined ticks
Its a more gentle, more attentive kind of touch.
I listen graciously,
I move with a sensuous flow
guided by his pulse.

-M. Peña