Crowbars

Deft hands and a new disc
under the needle,
static bridges
Trail of fine material
No trail of
tears
Lithe whispers tangling
satin red sheets
Beat, beat
thundering, there it is
Crescent curves
everywhere
She smiles back with
her eyes
His hands laugh,
calloused inside
Uncovering,
layer by layer
so illuminated,
the shadows are
long
Piano keys
down his spine,
words too
There it is again,
jagged
Fingers sprinting,
he sees something
hiding
No pry yet
Hall light seeps,
smoke sinking into
skin
But it's not the
only thing sinking
Pull,
don't push
She stares down
through him-
he twirls her hair,
her Heart
like they sleep,
like they dance
under the street lights,
slowly,
and then,
all at once