Play Me
The dissonant chords spill down my spine
the ominous sound of winter wind
as the metronome ticks back and forth
You are all at once darkness and light
the sin of silence
as your hands pound against my keys
Did I feel you touch me?
I can smell the salt of your skin
on my fingertips to remind me
Fasten my dress
and drive me through winding roads
tell me your dreams
as I trace your palm
the lines that intersect with mine...
Angela Minard 2011©
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