a duet of perfection

our moment had come

the years seeped through our pores

(years of loneliness

sadness, vanity, hopelessness)

every ounce of past avoidance

swept beneath our feet the instant

you came walking down the stairs

i no longer considered love

only with my eyes closed

i found it there wide open

in your arms

at the bottom of the stairs

in LA

(a singular chair held two souls

and 10 fingers that danced the perfect dance

up and down the black and white keys –

a duet of perfection)



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