How is it so
that you play me
like fine
piano keys
tuned to a melody
that only we
can read
Music so divine
settling in my mind
resting on my soul
a rhythm so bold
and tempting
Your hands
ring my cymbals
as sounds
that resemble
percussion
rock my hips
and a bass guitar
guides my lips
to meet with yours
where we score
a beat unmatched
Is that you
tapping
on my walls
like a flute
notes staccato
and true
as I open
to receive
your
treble clef
accepting
there's nothing
left
but to receive
your striking
baritone
as we both moan
ah, sweet
crescendo

as seasons change
my thoughts rearrange
themselves
and focus upon
a heart un-won
but still beating
slowly retreating
while deciding
whether
there truly is a place
or if all this time
is lost and a waste
pondering
should it move on
rhythmically
creating a bond
and lasting
token
of words not
spoken
but felt
between two
me
you

as green leaves give
way to fall hues
my soul
shuts down and sings
the blues
yearning for a
completion
that is often
promised
but remains
just the same
unrealized
in my eyes
but what do I know
of this thing
we call
"getting to know"
impatience is my
calling card
with pretty much
a disregard
for time and place
and need
for
space

i mean nothing by
it
just my spoiled
adult fit
as brisk cold
winds
will surely
usher in
continued uncertainty
and winter
ponderings
by warm chimneys
where you'll
lie on my breast
and we'll laugh
and jest
at the ranges
my mind
takes
as the
season changes