Saturday, October 1, 2011

September Becomes A Ghost / new poems 2011

Collapse Upon Black Keys

Breath, neck to neck,
A music for two pianos
Filling this valentine heart
With the pure of white ivories
The pink of surrendering sunsets,
The lipstick red of wine and roses,
The heart of the matter as memorable
As the air through a wide open window
The moment we collapse upon black keys.

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