4-13 I Forgot To Turn The Page, Mr. Bumblebee

I must apologize,

my delicacy of souls and sirs, 

in the deepest and politest,

and most earnest of ways,

but your furrowed brow,

strong arms,

slight frown,

were the epicenter of 

an in-discretionary distraction,

due to an improbable negligent attraction,

so possible, I might ask of  an

allowable quota of forgiveness,

but I think, 

your sweet and sensible iota of a pardon, 

might do me the excruciating embarrassment 

of an accidental inexcusable, -

4-11 Sin Eater

grace my shoulder with
your fingers playing the piano
lightly behind me, ghost on the
feather of black thread,
unraveling, between your fingers,
pushing me down,
pinning me down,
while the rain plays the piano,
lightly on me, ghost in the
feathers of black and silver thread,
unraveling, between your fingers,
pushing in,
holding me,
pulling out,
holding me,
between the black and white keys,
stars come spilling out,
in the rain, unraveling,
from the thread where my
featherless wings,
ache between the black and white keys,
of my shoulder, stars
spilling into the rain,
unraveling, black, featherless,
thread, between your fingers,
you swallow me,
in the lightly falling rain,
of me unraveling, featherless,
between your fingers,
gracing my shoulder,
black and white,
feathers,
in the rain.