My love is an orchestra (2000)

In the year of the Ox

we both entered the symphony

trumpets heralded our arrival.

 

I was playing the flute

when I first saw you;

you played the tuba,

unmistakable,

you kept hitting the deep notes,

in me.

 

By the second symphony

the harp was mine

and yours the double bass.

 

You caressed the wooden curves,

like a woman’s hips,

distracted by your

musicality

I bowed my head, making

the harp sing.

 

Your double bass

provided the bass line

for my crescendo to begin,

you held the tempo

but I took flight instead.

………………………………………………………

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