You know of the love subliminal:

it’s like when your deep voice comes

from misty darkness

 

in waves of the love subliminal;

when every cell of my body rejoices

in the rhythm of drums

 

playing melody of the love subliminal;

when my tied hands spasm around

dance of the lonely body parts

 

living in the house of the love subliminal;

when only sound of your guitar exists

and purpose floats towards final silence.

Maja S. Todorovic