This poem is formatted based on "since feeling is first" by e.e. cummings.
so, folks...its not exactly all original. you know.
since love's a three pedaled piano
who minds or notices that one note plays muted
softer than the others
velvety and slow
slow to be a youth
when time is a crooked smile
my chin tips
and pride is far better than humility
than naivety
darling i pray to every breath-blown dandelion don't leave
--the tender fear of my limbs is more than
the practiced art of your hands which play
loud and echoed: then
crane your neck, let me kiss your adam's apple
for love's not a pedal to be pushed
and ambition is a feel-good excuse.