how you approach

the talk died down and i

cherished the absence of it

lay myself down and still

beneath the windowsill

my eyes blurred out

to jazz

i felt you coming like

long fingers rolling up the

keys

my head fell dead

to one side where

I could see you

the utmost precision of

your tender love

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