to make and love

These piano strings
these wingèd things
Does she know how she makes me
fly?

Her voice comes through
It’s the only true
reality

Press down and cry
For once, no lie
The raging stare
of her ocean
eyes

Break apart the chain
that choked refrain
and ruined bridge
A song so dire

Nail me to these sheets
and hold me
my Sire

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