Yours truly, Vivaldi

vivaldi/spring

words linked by white gold chains delicately throttling them together

like i throttle sweaty and tired coca cola bottles/

late in the morning of sluggish summer

a pianists' fingers/ the one thing my musician and i portion/

isn't it lovely all alone- all for one, two for none

lurking below veiny thin wrists/

alone in angsty angry fists 

all my love for you and the tension on our strings

snip 

snip snip

and then-weightlessness

i offer half blown blushing roses as a sacrament

generously dainty even in death 

vivaldi, saver of myself from me/ vivaldi of venice verily vehemently vain/

vivaldi guard me this one last day/

waves of insanity rush like office-hamsters on spins

cartwheeling and shaking their drenched-not droused-locks today.

hold out moses' staff/part the red sea/

make way make way