you first time in my sight set me ringing like bells filled every bend and channel of the sinews and the nerves that run my skin in our first words the sound escaped me, audible under my speech to you who set it and you turned your head to catch it. not long and we were racing the street the locked church towers left us kicking cars for their alarms and pressing every door's buzzer, they answered to our laughter i found in our collapse into each other, in the quiet of the room, a high pure sound seeped from your skin.