Love Song

"kissing is just like
keeping time to music"
he tells me
fingers skipping over
ivory keys
melody radiating
from his palms
something i don’t recognize

"tap your foot
to the beat"
i do so
toes thumping
the cold tiles

one two three four
one two three four

"exactly"
he breaths
voice a song in itself

one two three four

we’re so close
on that piano bench
surrounded in a blanket of music
my toes tapping
as his fingers dance

"it's easy"
i whisper
"one, two, three..."





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