Text: Tania Nathan
June 22, 2017
I take you off
My skin
Like petals
Down with the bathwater.
You take me off
Like sheet music
Dripping off
A piano
In a noisy room
You feel
Its tune.
My love we are not
A color
Or a Watermark
Or a lose balloon
We are the world
In a teacup
Balanced on the moon.