Poems by Poet on the Piano

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  • Smiling teardrops shower
    on our bare hazel skin...

  • They're not the beautiful voices of mythology
    who trap sailors with sweet cadences, no...

  • When does sainthood become the foundation from...
    Surely there is not always a didactic harpist...

  • No one would ever compose a song for me
    because who notices what I feel...

  • Her body is tied, twisted- her backbone
    tightly woven around...

  • Scenery from my door
    begs in high quality accents...

  • Skin. (3)

    We sit in silent pews,
    inhaling twilight hours...

  • I imagined leaving peacefully,
    the way a tree bows down in...

  • There is a door
    disconnected...

  • Half past midnight,
    and one moment I was lying sleepily on my bed...

  • Holding the pillow with barely
    any force from my fingertips...

  • I have picked fruits of the finest love
    for a man who I may never meet...