THE PIANIST

By Silver Lion Poet

She comes to me

In strange mist

Pensive poetry

Of sultry silhouette

Dazzling haze

Of dreamy alabaster

Bewitching smile

That steals my breath.

Gracefully, she sits

At the edge

Of the piano bench

Perched like a tiger

In the shadow trees.

She begins to play

A haunting tune.

The notes consume

And like a red spell

Cast and fill the room.

Dramatic arches seal

Our stage

Of black space

And dusty winds.

Her music moves

The warm blood

Beneath my hot flesh.

Jagged crystals

Stretch lovingly

Through

Sorrow's cool reserve.

Night comes over me

Like whispers

From a dark dream.

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