The Musical Rake
From
the middle of the chest. Deep beneath the skin.
Exhaling with a taste of desire. The smell of earnest breath.
Spoken with a swiveling head. Across a dim table.
Entangled
feet. Fingertips in palms… Words stretch.
The distance makes it impossible, yet somehow… it hits you.
Warmth dancing along a cheekbone. Making music through your ears.
The
imagination; compelled. Whitened eyes. Flushed skin.
The
heart beats as it will. Drumming to a unique rhythm.
Responding
swiftly. Fast as one may find their own voice.
Taken
aback by the force of what’s said.
Gesturing
as the reply coordinates with bouncing eyebrows.
This
dream of intimate exchanges. Heartstring memoirs.
Conversations
from the soul. Kicking feet under warm blankets.
Dancing
as no one is watching. Shuffling horizontal happiness.
The music
of sweet slumbers. Ember thoughts firing sleeping wishes.
Coals
left behind. Faded fires. Old flames.
Buried
beneath ash. Warm. Too hot to touch.
Hidden
thoughts. Reminiscing of unconditional love.
Visions of beautiful talks. Endless hours.
These songs play in the dark of night.
When no one is listening.
Perhaps
a chance remains, eyes will open so quickly.
Catching
the slightest glimpse. Before they disappear.
Now
conscious. Reminded of the dream, only by nature’s band.
Walking into a sun-filled afternoon. Hot breeze.
Rolling across your face. Dangling legs colliding.
Just like the night before, cinder’s smoke through windchimes…
Passion;
only in the dark. Night’s orchestra playing in your shadows.
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