Can't this just be enough?
the smooth short keys under my fingers,
warm light from the lamp by the window,
soft hair knowing my neck.
so this isn't enough?
then I am doing it all wrong.
Wind chimes bash against the house,
invisible jet planes sound on schedule,
fire roars, car tires splash,
and i turn the mute button on
to hunt the dark for fledgling feelings.
1 comment:
I like the whole thing, but especially the couplet in the middle and the vulnerability of "then I am doing it wrong".
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