POEM 127: MUSIC

You wrap your fingers around my chest
and tap tap tap 
one rib, 
and then the other,
you rap rap rap.
This is how you make music out of me.

You put the woods together
in the fireplace of our hearts
we burn burn burn
and moan like fire crackers.
This is how you make music 
out of the ashes of us.

You tuck your voice into my head
and flap flap flap
one note
and then the other,
you fill my ears with whispers.
This is how you make music
out of the thought of me.

- Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu
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