House of Ivory
Love Through Poetry and Music
Hands touch the ivory and music comes alive in
dancing notes on staff paper and the
groan when you get something wrong
and the soft sigh when your fingers touch
the keys in a way like never before
and the way the piano sighs and gives beneath
you—filling the air with a sweet sound of moans
and groans that sound more human than piano
she’s alive beneath you and you can feel it in your
fingertips you can feel the way she arches and bends
to be closer to you and the way she smiles under her
breath and praises your name in her beautiful tongue
and the way she whines when your fingers slide from black
to white black to white black to white and how you caress the
whites and pluck the blacks she can feel the sweat collecting on
your fingertips and transferring to her clear ivory skin she can feel
the way you shiver above her and the way your breath catches and pushes
your hair up from your forehead—but only for a moment—before it comes
crashing back down against the sweat-drenched skin
and you can feel the way she collides against you in music and the way she
throws her head back against the wood and cries out your name when you
run your fingers up the keys and across the piano’s surface and the way she
mimics your cries of pleasure as you hit that final note and the song comes
together in beautiful, writhing agony and you both smile together and suddenly
it’s over
About the Creator
Allison Jones
My name is Mary Allison Jones and I'm currently a Junior Writing major at West Virginia Wesleyan College in Buckhannon, WV. My track is poetry, and I'm a poet by trade. I also dabble in short fiction. I live with my fiance and our two cats.
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