our shoulders would rest
side by side –
nowhere to slide away,
just room to close in
and share body heat.

our arms would overlap
then uncross;
our feet and heads
would beat and bob
to a rhythm we’d share.

our fingers would jump –
they would poke
and would provoke;
grow closer
and intertwine.

we would share moments –
magical ones –
if only I had learned
this language of music
flowing through circles and lines
of black and white.