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Tristesse
Ivory keys, sing to me -
sweet thoughts a melodious motion.
In fervent hearts, a passion’s song.
Inkling to hope, want to love,
pain to ease such needs away.
And all that’s left is you.
Crescendo heights, a winter’s cold,
blanketed in sharp, rigid sound.
Fresh wounds concealed -
The wish and desire to create,
repulsed by the arctic barrier,
of an icy organ’s steady thump.
I kiss the sound, petal-light.
Draw it in with every breath,
and let the warmth return, fiery.
Fingers splayed over a candle’s flame,
intoxicated in the tender heat.
An intimate temperate moment.
Dance away, oh lovely one.
A rendering of lukewarm kindness,
until all is but a tepid memory.
Cursed resonance, unassailable hum,
and then silence, oh silence.
A tristesse for what once was.
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