One Note

Keeping time with your breathing
as our bones shake and our eyes close. Your wings
your heart strings your flight
and the way we hold fast to each other. The ivory keys
were once tusks, mammoth and only a memory
and the ebony? The space we filled
before we knew the beating of our hearts
and the way our hands fit together
so perfectly.

© Tina Zabielski 2011-2019


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