Snake my hands up
under you,
feel the weight of you
and the broadness of you
and the solid you
pressed into my chest...

You are sitting on a piano
bench
You are picking out a song
that I can hear in my sleep...
I want to be the keys.
I want to feel you love me that
way.
I want to be your music
in decrescendo, when we make
love
allegro,
hammers and strings, you love
these things
and it breaks my heart.

So intense babe,
concentration unbroken
by my arms around you, you
look at me, still playing,
but you look through me
into the music,
making me feel invisible.

10/01/2001

Posted on 10/01/2001
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