She's this song; in a key I can recall
In a symphony of melody leaving me breathless and enthralled
Her body lies between these thick black staffs I've meticulously placed
In perfect succession and order to recreate a face
To create a bridge to flawlessly drop all sounds completely; except for
The pre-love-making-breath brushing my neck; I've come to adore
Anticipating fingers stretch wearily across an ivory-keyed machine
To resonate this neo-classical composition into something more serene
As the orchestra gathers in, taking their seats around our heads
They'll carry on my creation about two lovers on this bed

05/29/2008

Posted on 05/30/2008
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