Grand Piano

I remember your fingers upon my teeth. We were bread and butter; I was le Sac and you were Pip, a strummer and a quip, the mesh of wet and dry that even distance. But how long it’s been. My wires are shaky, achy with desire. Once ago, you put your money where your mouth was, and you took me home and you kept me there. Now you’re broke you’re condensing down. And you’ve got me quavering the silence, longing for the final touch. I burned and resurrected to be this Grand Piano. And it was you who took me! My strings are rigid from temptation of your wrists. Holding on to my keys willing for you to play Manmade me to use me But I’m breaking in limbo, away from you and I am too late to mend you.