cinder galleon
Last night,
a song slipped between my ribs
and my heart fluttered,
not like wings,
but like warm fingers trailing
down the spine of memory.
I wasn’t ready.
But music never waits for permission.
It undressed me slowly,
not my clothes,
but the masks I wear
when the world is watching.
Each note had a whisper I knew
it ached and found pleasure
It pressed against my heart
like lips that don’t ask before kissing.
I sat still,
but inside,
I arched. I blushed
I cried. I smiled
A storm I wasn’t ready to handle.
The songs twisted the key.
To the lock on my stubborn heart
And peace undid me
and I let my my heart
Go into the aches unknown
Now,
I can’t hear another melody
without trembling.
The mirror is too shiny.
The world too clothed.
No more music,
not for a while.
I need time
to wrap my heart back
That had slipped out of me
mystic wren