Here I sit my hands, on top of colorless perfection,
Black overlapping white in sweet embrace.
My fingers brush the cold, the joyful keys of cool percection,
And I’m transported to a heightened place.
As music fills my ears and soul, my colorless friend hears me,
She reacts gently to each playful pluck.
Her body shudders slightly as my hands begin to lead me,
Her voice is soft, I hear my deepened luck.
I listen in this throne as all the colors drain to darkness,
And fair white light seeps through to quicken breaths.
But my subtle hands still find her body, reaching through the darkness,
My sprinting heartbeat, running fast from death.
Her voice grows louder, fuller, as my arms float left and right,
Her ivory keys sing truths of love and fear.
I listen as my voice conjoins with hers, the pure and righteous,
We sing and play in unison through tears.
Then friend and lover, secretly, through open-minded cunning,
Erupts in pleasure, graceful and with life.
Then silence follows, beautifully, and tinged with lifeless cunning,
I drink it in, with gray lines in my eyes.
My love, my life, lays careful as her body, soft, returns.
My fingers- back to stroke her playful keys.
She gratefully accepts my hands, I know her heart returns.
I feel her smiling joyfully at me.
And music coarses through my veins, and coarses through her body,
Our love affair concealed by our desires.
