Piano keys vibrate in his chest
But the lines are so fine and fragile
The notes are falling off the page
Cut out by the cellos maze
Tender differences
Beautiful and strange
He felt almost honored by the elusion music had  given birth to
Synthetic love
From batting lashes
Disguised by devine-
rhythm and rhyme
To simply taste the sweets reservation had denied him

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro

A little taste of honey
A bit of a tangled frenzy
and the rest was history repeated

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro

Debri lingered on the dark mahogany desk that your hands once meticulously cleaned

As I stared I couldn't help but think of the countless times when those hands also grazed mine
Through passion or even anger
The sweetness of your movement is my treasure
Stored in the most precious place
A place you swept delicately away-
Stealing the humming of its flutter
The flutter you took with you on that cold evening in December
Though I cannot say I will see you again one day
I will still talk to a wall with a picture hung upon it-
Perfectly straight
Only to humor my own indulgence

If I could distort the science
For even only a sentence to share
I would
Instead my voice will continue to rattle the leaves of the trees above me
With an endless touch
Left to be savored on my skin
And in my heart

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro

Your flesh remains on the splintered gate
Peeled apart at the prefix
Holding the secrets of fiction-
Collected in a womb
Filled with the clasped hands of the kneeling and behaved

(C) Tiffanie Doro

You will eventually face the fact that
The walls you have built are keeping no one out
They are only keeping you in

(C) Tiffanie Doro