caress the very hourglass of me
I await the tempestuous themes
he dreams and weaves within
my delicate strings
the bow he connects with my incessant
thoughts, calm against his experienced
form. his eyes closing slowly within
as fingertips braille my soul. moving pictures
within his mind pool the depths of me
his rhythms paint mysterious sounds,
impressions, as I am obediently pleased
to reciprocate his virtuoso song
to house his innate beautiful redolence,
moved by the soliloquy of his love
