This Is The Piano Dropping

When you see a beautiful girl
Dont stare. Don’t.
They’ll see you
because they’re beautiful
and they’re used to it
Say nothing
Think a million and one things
Praise her in your silence
Allow your eyes to adjust to the darkness you feel once she has passed
Go home
Take off your shoes
Point out constellations in your ceiling
swear up and down there is a rising sun in your living room
Become a man of science
Memorize equations and theorems
Study the back of gravity and the veins of a volcano
Let her silhouette slip out of your memory like a kite
Forget everything about her. Forget her holy, whole. All of it. Fall in love with subtraction, take away the sound a hammer makes when it nails you to the wall, she sounded like that when you saw her, remember?
The flowers on her face have no name so don’t hold them like such
Stick to reason. Get in bed with logic have sex with the lights off
You will think it is her the first few nights, stop it.
Ideas don’t kiss you back, especially the bad ones. She is a very big question, and there will never be one answer, you will start to adjust your hands to pray, put them down. You are a man of intellect, infatuation is a proven hypothesis, stop thinking you are a pioneer, this is not the first man she has broken and then fixed
That smile will draw imaginary lines around your lips, do not confuse them for borders, that is barb wire fenced around your throat
She will keep you pinned underneath the weight of her dimples
Stand up
Walk away
Her shadow never learned to share
every word you speak is a dare she has always done
Spring will come
she will run in a floral dress with no shoes
The wind will blow the same on both days
Stay inside
Keep looking up or down, but never forward, do not handcuff your eyes to her skin,
it is the worst kind of prison
When her beauty rocks you like an ocean meeting a mermaid
stay above water
Beautiful women flow like the tide
and you are a stone, you go where you’re told
Tell yourself no
That she isn’t worth it
you will avoid both heartbreak and love, you can’t have one without the other, trust me. You can’t pray while walking a tight rope, don’t risk it.
You are a cog in a machine,
leave poetry in the pens of men
who think more than they act
You will want to touch her, don’t.
at contact, your palms will become confetti, you will dissolve in every color
this is not a good thing
Study yourself
forget the geometry of her bones
when they bend
they will look too much like a castle
and you will feel like a forgotten king
she is a queen in every language
do not think this is special
Her skin,
wrapped in paint
will scrape the text off that bible
you call your heart
you will beat blank pages
and still think there is a church in your breath,
you are wasting god
She looks at religion like men look at her,
a fantasy you get on your knees for
she puts her make up on like the gospel wearing Sunday and spills red wine all over her dress
that’s your cue
Say goodbye first,
salt in a wound isn’t half bad
not if you’re the one holding the shaker
She is so pretty
it hurts to close your eyes
It’s like a knife in your eyelid
every wink is a wound
she is used to blood on her hands
relax.
breathe now. On a windy day. release your lungs like a kite you made from scratch
She will remind you of gardens
when this happens
remind yourself,
you hate flowers