This Is The Piano Dropping

Watch my finger tips forget they are tips as they tip toe into your body, all house and holy, the touch begins and beckons the infinite as I fit my hands those heavy bricks I use to lift the hints of light left in your breath, Serenades full of sugar make lemonade out out of your skin and fix the scars with all the sweet, I keep keeping secrets underneath your collar bone, my lips leave a bow, the imprint glows when you do. I hold the paintings up in the halls of your arms, when they fall to the side of your hips I can feel the color slip off your skin, so much sin I sit down and kiss you until our lips leap into each other like two trampolines with hallelujah trapped in its spring
I am not sorry I sang the decency out of you, forgive the apologies that never came, i never coughed up fireflies either, its always easier to pray once you’re inside the cathedral so I burned down the chimneys, chiseled a wind chime from your insides and let the music bend my knees, 90 degrees aimed all at you, the geometry is a gentle gust of wind that sends me into you, a timid tornado, a little lick of breeze that leaves you half whistle half harmonica, and I half hope I drift clumsily to you, a whirlwind ready to settle down