Bittersweet

There is a violinist practicing in the downstairs apartment
Echoing up through the hardwood
Are notes so sad and empty
I want catch them and kiss them
Because I remember how it felt to be so sorrowful
That the resin sliding over my heart strings
Drew moans and cries past my lips
To echo against the bare floor
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Now my woe is  muffled with heartbeats
And hopes and dreams  fluttering like butterflies
That land lightly on my earlobes and my cheeks
Leaving tingling, burning spots all over.
I set my fingertips to dancing over the hills, valleys
And sinewy calves of a fresh mountain to climb
I let my legs go limp
So I can tumble head over heels back down.