love, poetry, women

Minor key

Listening

Your fingers dance across the keys

How you dip slightly as you play

The lines of your forearms

Making tea so you don’t see

My tears. Happy ones these days.

Moved like volcanoes move

I’ve been lower case

Minor key, hid the weaknesses

But the pain in dealing with them was

A pinch compared to the depth

This glorious height

To which I’ve become accustomed to

If I told you that

You’d laugh it off

As it should be

But I’ll dry my eyes

Cross the room to breathe you in

To breathe you in.

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