Poetry

The empty cabin

I shut the door
and turn the key,
light a fire and lean
on the piano.

The black notes
come easily to me
and I finger quickly
a tune I know.

Your body appears,
radiant in light,
on the bed draped
in shadow.

You pull to you
the sheet of night:
I tremble and run
in the meadow.

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