Just black and white, the keys
on a piano.
Absolute, unquestionable, yet
melodical dragonflies
maturate and fly
when you strike them

fluttering in rotary pirouettes
they fall on your ears, from your tears
attenuating swiftly from your
fingertips
in reverberant cascades
drenching the air between us

Momentarily it washed away
the protective divides of blame
I wait for the music to begin...
only
I possess keys in
shades of gray

Something tells me
the same rules don't apply
deja vu, that apologetic smile
stopped looking for comprehension
loving you has no absolution.