i want to play a piano
i want to feel my fingers slide down the keys
i want to swirl myself in melodies no one’s ever heard
i want to engulf myself in harmonies
angels sing their children to sleep
i want my fingers to dance on black keys
like ballet dancers twirling their tiptoes
i want to feel like satin unwinding
like champagne bubbling
i want to dance in the moonlight
with nothing but a grand piano
and my fingers
nimbly picking each key
ever so softly

You are slipping through the cracks of my
Fingers
The fingers that once held Yours
Together interwoven.
Clutched in my hands,
These Mittens
Sewn between the spaces of
Each other's palms.
We were so close,
So Warm.
It's so cold without you
The fingers are always the first
To go.

your fingernails under my skin
your skin, my fingernails within

blood boiled over and what for?
your guts gushed on the floor

your body oozing into mine
brothers, us lovers of clandestine

how the crow sings for you, my love
and for me, oh, the mourning dove

like flowers
blooming on her belly
inching their way up

like rivers
curling on her thighs
spreading their ripples

you will always be art to me.