for far too long, i've dreamt of your fingers –
i’m intimate with the poetry they’re capable of,
the stories they can tell, the worlds they paint.
but lately, i've been dreaming of your fingers
stretched out on the piano, taking to the
ivory & ebony like birds do, the sky.
i’ve dreamt you plucking the strings of a harp,
like you do my heart.
i finally heard the music –
the perfect composition
for the way you make me
feel –
i put my ear to your heart –
lub-dub. lub-dub. lub-dub.
prompt: music, by obscure in the napowrimo thread.
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