I am a lyre in your hands
I sing when you touch me
and pull my strings.

Her body
I never noticed
until I realized
how much I desired
to brush my knuckle
against the curve
of her side
As my tongue
formed her name
and my fingers
comb through silken hair
I try to find a word
Maybe crush
her gaze makes me feel
like there is a
boulder on my chest
Maybe desire
I stare at her lips
and my hand finds its way
to hers
Maybe love
though I am not sure
how that truly feels
but I hope
that this was it

thoroughly the world keeps turning
deep inside you feel the yearning
churning deep inside, the need to return to the sea