Your ******* cymbals.
Fingers, violin bows.
Your spine, a flute.
Your hair, strings of a lute.
Your feet, they drum
The pace of your hips.
Metronome from thigh to lips.
Your breath, viola.
Shoulders, tablas
Your ears, castanets.
Your arms like clarinets
They undulate
And charm me like a snake.
Your cheeks, tambourines.
Your lips, dulcimer.
Your tongue, baton.
Your eyes, the ink
Of scores
I'd love
To play
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 5:46 AM UTC
Your ******* cymbals.
Fingers, violin bows.
Your spine, a flute.
Your hair, strings of a lute.
Your feet, they drum
The pace of your hips.
Metronome from thigh to lips.
Your breath, viola.
Shoulders, tablas
Your ears, castanets.
Your arms like clarinets
They undulate
And charm me like a snake.
Your cheeks, tambourines.
Your lips, dulcimer.
Your tongue, baton.
Your eyes, the ink
Of scores
I'd love
To play