I can hear goosebumps
spreading
like a field of toy pianos
played broadly by the wind.
Pinch in the percussion,
flutter in the tongue. My ear is not perfect,
neither are my thumbs,
but I’ll practice everyday if you let me.
Face me and kneel,
arch your back, touch your heels;
you are a harp
while your stomach beats baritone.
And your hips,
something to give Stratavarious
dreams bordering [...]
