poem~Infatuation

piano

 

Infatuation

settling back
to watch his
long fingers glide
across the piano
my mind grabbing
each note from
the air
tucking them secretly
in my purse

later alone
I dig down in the pockets
toss the contents
above my head
soft melodic kisses
rain down
I feel warm and 
free.

 

Nikki Lockhart

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