Pianist


to interpolate the rationale as to why,
for me, you won’t reveal your notes
seems to be virtually unattainable.

we share a trust but you withhold the
cure that I seek. the junk i crave.
i covet to forge sweet music with you.

i want to compose a love song in sync
with the delicate caressing of your keys.
to share an instant when we witness

our home-made emotion boil out of the
saucepan. spill out onto the street.
to entwine itself somewhere in the

space between the libidinous lust and
animalistic like passion we combined
through the primitive times. instead i

am forced to sing alone. coerced
to brew confessions within confines
of silence, within confines of recluse.

© Leroy Wilson

About Stayne

Welcome to my page and thank you so much for stopping by. I feel honoured to share some of your precious time. These are just a collection of thoughts that have popped into my head and I have managed to store here. I am hoping that one day I will find the time and inspiration to return to these thoughts to edit and craft poems out of them...ah maybe one day.
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