The only thing's between us
Is ardent candlelight,
Th'smell of inexpensive wine,
'nd jazz that whisps like smoke
Through heavy air
Color laden
.
And yet, th'distance between us
Is akin the space between
The saxist lips and his woodwind,
The painist and bassist fingertips,
On black and white keys'n
Ever vibrating strings.
.
Closer than th'gapless notes that slip
From the vocalist voice and soul
Nd'nto the stream of sound
That we call music.
The space between us is
Timeless.
.
.
.
Soft and sweet, turbulent and full
Passion that drips like ripened nectarines.
I bite into you, and you into me,
Perfect euphony.
Consuming consummation
In equilibrium
Ever nourishing.