The piano keys 
            slice through the echo 
            of my heartbeat 
            t  h  r  o  b  b  i  n  g 
            at the back of my throat.

You tell me I’m beautiful – 
            speaking past my eyes
            straight into my soul.

We fill our bodies with wine and 
hope, only sharing stories we want 
the other to know. You ask me to 
dance to a song and we joke that 
we’ll one day, later, call it our own. 
And I dance there, in romanced air, 
placing my head close to your 
chest, inhaling notes of cashmere 
and spice. You are warmth and 
gentleness draped in what 
feels right.

You tell me I’m perfection – 
            the incarnation of a wish;
            stardust wrapped in skin.

The piano keys 
            slam into my chest 
            as my heart explodes
            b  l  e  e  d  i  n  g 
            all over my bones.

I changed the first instance of wrapped to draped. I don’t feel like editing the image or the voice-over, so the history of this change shall remain.

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