You, long fingers’ miracle:
the countess must have smiled
peering from atop her secretaire.
Masterly chiseled carpals, meta-
carpals perfectly bound a
harmony of long phalanges
translated by the keys, the piano
you play at her side, by the source.
The princess also knew.
when caught by the spell
the love dream, that
the reward is you,
long fingers’ [...]
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