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Music Box - a letter

by Maria Kintner

You are the reason hearts stay fresh, yet broken;
both sweet and bleeding.

I watch more closely than I should; feeling myself
slipping slowly down the lines of your arms and falling
off the tips of your fingers.

I am once again remembering the smell of little flowers
and the tinkling songs of early morning birds. All the blues
and pinks are enveloping my dirty, hiding soul.

It is a sin I find myself falling into, in the breeze of a
regular day. My thoughts blow like ribbons, turning your name
into songs.

How stupid you make me, when I can never know you more than this.

And all I can do in response is thank you for it.

05/14/2015

Author's Note: It is enough just to know you, but this is what happens when Carla Bruni shows up in my playlist.

Posted on 05/14/2015
Copyright © 2020 Maria Kintner

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/18/15 at 01:09 AM

Stanza two is quite delicious.

Posted by Elizabeth Shaw on 05/25/15 at 06:18 PM

i find the images in this exquisite and adore music boxes. thnx

Posted by Tom Goss on 07/28/15 at 02:17 PM

A lovely and shimmering train of thought whistling down the tracks with great rhythm, thank you.

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