In love with a musician:
The jewel in your hands
Sings as you finger it
Your soul escapes in notes
And I have the audacity to think
I grasp the entirety of you
Signing music "with love..."
High cheek bones flushed
Perfect eyes so focused they break me
Pleading with notes
That color my very breathing in
Love with the music
Others move to the music
But you
You move as if the music is in you
No one in the room
As I watch
Eyes sing heart-shaped harmony
Breath base
Fingers melody
And dare to dream I could make your kind of love
And then wake up to black fingers
And crumpled papers
And know I make love with ink
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