Make the piano scream.
Something concocted in a terrible dream.

Have it out.
Leave no room for doubt.

Drive it forward.
Always pushing, pulsing.
Erotic.
Binding to your heme.
It isn’t so much seen
As felt to be obsence.
A feeling in the air
Reverberates with what isn’t there.

A beating in your breasts
With a growl underneath 
From deep in a chest.

This bitch has bite
And is showing her teeth.
And a little bit of what lies underneath.
A calm exterior belies a chaotic interior 

Be careful it might leave a mark.
Especially in the shifting after dark.

It doesn’t really mean any harm.
So. shh no need to pull the alarm.