What are bra straps anyway?
just things to wrap around a young man's mind
to blind him to necessity.

But she,
Oh
She binds me in her chords using staves as swords and my words though picturesque are not so blessed.
her music hits me sweetly,
skips across my skin and frees the colours which begin
to drop,
dripping from within,
without her there is no sound,
no heart to beat,
nothing sweet,
necessity I meet head on but
nothing to meet if she is gone
and the young man in me becomes
the old man unfree.