Love Notes

I first noticed it on the piano

as your fingers danced across

the bone white keys and tugged

at the capillaries on my cheeks 

and I felt my breath catch

in the clutch grip of my throat.

It was quiet then, a whisper

of a melody I swore I’d dampen

and you’d never hear, wet wool

blanket strewn over my blushing

cheeks and thundering heart.

Your fingers then lept, a grand jete

over onto my lap as the other continued

a symphony of my demise and the poor

wool incinerated at our touch.

It was no secret then, my disorderly

secrets stowed away under knitwork

and your shaking melodic tunes, it was

us then,

and it is us now.