Heat between us.
Trapped held tight.
Don’t move a muscle.
Let it escape into cold night.
Keep me warm
Lay close in my bed.
I will hold on.
Keep you fed.
A reminder.
The universe is cold
When the sun goes away.
And I need someone to mold
and help me have sway.
This is a space where I have a mid life crisis, write about my creative journey, and talk about songwriting and share bits of terrible poetry.
My Piano Needs to be Tuned 
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