Timbre

A day of flaccid glances broken
by the timbre of your eye to eye.
Partial vibrations hum - seconds split,
You and I - in an instant pitch to pitch.
Fundamental tones sing animal harmonics
in the drive-by shooting of a look.
Overtones cross the columns of air
with a strike; bowed, blown, and shook
so, by this quiver tasty arrow wind.
Ten thick strings vibrate;
tones resonate long after
You have passed; I,
strung between two bridges,
an Aeolian Harp.