1.16.17

{my pulse keeps

tempo.

my veins branch off

into a staff and quarter-

note blood cells

in the space

that needs

filling.

your hand slides down

the chord of my

spine like a giant

violin string.

the sound echoes in

my empty ribcage;

my body becomes

a melody.

my breathing

crescendos.

your tongue trails my teeth

like a finger along

piano keys,

there is a bass drum

behind my belly button

that you are trying

to reach.

when i read

sheet music,

i see your

F

A

C

E

in all the spaces

in between.

i always loved you

off pitch

and out of key.}