Sunday, November 15, 2015

sonata

I pushed my nose into your skin,
tracing the inky scar tissue while your chest rose to meet my lips,
falling away with each murmured exhale.

My fingers conducted a piano sonata across your ribs,
down your spine,
circling a hazy melody on your hips.

I listened to the wind tear the leaves from their branches.

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