Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Rosewood

It always ends here
damn you.
You've known me longer
than anybody.
We
breathe life
through each other
your curved swells
cradled in my chest
resonant through my ribcage
turning me to music
finding harmonics
in my bones
singing me
as my cramped hands
chord your sinews
against ebony and steel
pouring
bronze and silk
pine and rosewood
through me
every time I come back
because after
any lovers are gone
you sing them
kinder
than memory allows.

1 comment:

Fingers said...

I love this.
It sings a similar distant tune to me.
And oh...the first line sings the best.