PianoDriving on lit highway lanes with a heavy bag of love letters full of confessions to read again. Picnicking with the burdens of before, clinging to a polishing wind, fastened but frail, addicted to beginnings. I play you sedately as you slip on my over-spiced laugh like you're not vulnerable to all this freakish world's ecstasy. With every stroking of your freakish talks quarrels and kinks stoop over me, unfastening my dinosaurish kisses. Night pulls down its Sandalwood skies on me. I sleep into night to avoid this yawning land. I don't watch today as sage and crimson casually pour from my Glory-full chin. The greenness of the piano warms me with the brilliant strength of tough November leaves. I can't play the notes though I feel I should. |
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