you lay across me as though it is your god given right
and I allow you too, in fact,
I like you there
without you I feel
well, I feel bare,
naked even
so each time you come to me
I willingly support you, holding up your neck
all the while admiring your complexities, the veins that course down in perfect lines
(I can almost hear blood pumping the music through you) and I can't help but touch them one by one
and I know it's rude to stare but I need to know that I'm doing this exactly
so I hold your body, gently of course
and now, pressed up against you, I feel the curve of your perfection.
I love that you look so innocent to touch
but I know you well
I know your secrets
like
how depending on where I touch you
you'll make these different sounds
and if I get it just right, the way you like
you'll sing to me, music to my ears
and if I stroke you softly, just so,
all your being will come together and make these little harmonies
and you'll speak to me about anything,
about everything
and for hours we'll stay like this
you across my lap
playing these songs
locked in our embrace,
swaying with our tender ways.
By the way, Cole, is my handsome acoustic guitar :)...
if you didn't get that.
And yes I name inanimate objects.