Undoing

[LorettaYoung]

Spring scented lights
fill up the sky, spill over
the roof into my glass --
I’ve spilt myself all over
the pavement, too,
red wine and all, shy nods, I think shy nods should start in another line
and obscene swirls
with a stranger. He tied
red leather bracelets
to my wrists
before I disappeared
back to the twilight. Could you be more specific about the twilight, how or can it relate to "sping cented lights"
I’ve never realized
how loud it can be -
the strike of keys
on the piano. I am not understanding the relevance of the piano to the "seams" and "undoing"
Your hands
along the
seams,
undoing

I like abstraction, the way you think and write; would you think of flushing this out some more?