There is a song, just one,
that brings him to me.
It rolls in slowly,
a drum beats lowly,
a repetitive wave that wraps
his thick arms around me,
piano keys move softly, light
fingers that grip my arms, pulling
me on to his warm chest.
She raises her golden voice to
dim candle light, our bodies braided
in shadow on his impenetrable walls.
My heart beats in my toes,
I am nothing but pulse as he grazes
me with his full lips,
the piano keys surge,
the drums urge him to sink deep
her voice becomes the angel of depth.
I shed my skin before him, an offering;
begging him to belong
to the music forever.
My heart beat follows
his fingertips outlining my sleek design,
my breath, taken by his touch,
the piano drips between my thighs,
his blue eyes recite the sky,
his honest promise.
The drum beats slow,
the piano keys gather his warm
body, his lips, his touch and
leave me alone with all the words I
want to say,
but my voice cannot reach over this song.