his fingers move across the guitar strings,
playing a song even as he is listening to
another,
that sounds from the record player in the corner.
take me away in the night
and bring me to your parallel world
brittle bones still aren't as fragile
as a mind with edges unhoned, unsharpened,
unsued after years of silent abstinence.
YOU ARE READING
[duet]
Poetrytwo collections of poetry-prose: cosmic ashes & jagged storm. [voyageur / bigcitystars © year twenty-thirteen; see original covers inside]