Your hands play
my back like a
piano, knuckles
contorting, twisting
pressing symphonies
to life,
pushing music into
me like I've never
heard a
song

you're like a
bird
whose singing in
the wooded
canopy of dreams
who folds
his wings against
the sky becoming
cupid's arrow

you play me
pianoforte
and you love me
like a sparrow.