Taut, rough
skins beneath my fingers
slapping opens and rims
with syncopated abandon
Lifting, lilting
driving the force of emotion
through air, time, hearts and stone walls
shivering timbers and shaking foundations
expressing love and pain with equal measure
throwing joy and sadness into kinship
One moment the softest of beds
next the coldest of steel
Driving for one purpose
To share how I feel
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