Violinist’s grudge

Having your fingers as mine
whitest skin
the longest pinky finger
violinist’s grudge in mind

And smiles all the time
never in pictures
but sniggering sky blue eyes

Having your hands as mine
whitest bruised skin
the young Pisces loving nights
of course, lover’s grudge in mind

And rational thoughts taking control
never in messages
but icy covered speaking rhymes

Having your lips as mine
toffy lips
mercurial fingers inside kisses
violinist concentration’s complaintness

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