Piano
He: six-feet, six inches and a skin of pure
honey, hair the color of rich maple oak; hands
slender and made of the softest silk sits down
on a collapsible, metal stool and waits.
She: five-feet-five and hair, the color of dirt
and the first peak of sun-rise, that flirts with
the curves of her shoulders slides onto the
stool, watching him gently reach out and touch--
the elegant waltz of each finger, weightless pressure
barring down--the keys starting again the sensuous
singsong story of three: he and she and a row of eighty-
eighty spinal bones; only the piano cries out in pain.
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