tears rise from piano keys
as wings aroused
by the irrelevance of a sitting torso
with baked finger tips i sing you
with waves of unseen openings
open for me this night
suck the flying from sparrow
the hemmed shade from black sun
burn every ambition
maim every hope
with your caressing
i have been dead before
but not dead enough
too much of me prised open by the luminous outside
when it was i who should have been obliterated
to let morning sing within me
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