Play me with abandon
Like Tchaikovsky’s violin
Tender. Fervent. Boundless.
My mind, my heart, my skin…

You are but a thief
Of all that was mine
Insistent on stealing
The passage of time…

What do you love about him?
my dear friend inquired
in light of the turmoil
hijacked by silence…

Shower me with whispers
to halt my scream…

I find the same seat
Middle, front row
Anxiously awaiting
The dawn of the show…

And yet when your unbridled petals
disengage from life’s trappings…