Maestra,

I love the way you command my breath with your line breaks,
and force my gaze to absorb the vast expanses of the universe
while you Glissando to the sighs of cedars.
I submit to your Obbligato, falling to my knees,
while the smallest notes of your Aria drive my mind into its own Crescendo.
You scale my Octaves, delicately hammering the strings
with every ivory key stroke.
Ten thousand celestial bodies dancing across your subtle musings,
from my fingertips, bleeding ink -- tattooing oceans of stars in your eyes.

Presto! My heart galloping through the mazes of trepidation in your Opus--
worlds of pine rushing as I draw my bow through their needles
with eloquent intentions of luring you into my Staccato.
Breaking your rhythmic facades,
with
short
tonal
Vibratossss,
begging
to
be
drawn
across
your breast, flooding your lungs with reverence
that would envelop the hushed words
that we're both too shy to orate.

I whisper between your Rests,
Treble by design to make you tremble --
quiver -- on my chest,
my heart drumming a cadence
to make your oceanic eyes relinquish to requiem.

09/24/2013

Posted on 09/24/2013
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