Sunday, June 27, 2010

My Heart is kept in Harlem

His fingers caressed the ivory


Concentrating on the motions of the slow beat

Heartless tunes gliding effortlessly

Hitting back to black

Smoke filled clouds surrendering it to me

Senseless suffocating static

Attacks

Lung collapsing movement towards he

I begin to play his keys like the music in his eyes

Feverishly gliding up and down his spine

Gyratory harmonious bodily soliloquy

Embracing the pain

 
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