Poetry
This is a poem about a Muse that touches *g* me in the mind as well as the heart.
By the Melody
His heart is pure desire
Fingers playful with strings of a guitar
Letting his fervor unfold
In the mercy of his voice
The curling of scandalous lips
When he knows he has your attention
By the melody
I’m dieing bitterly slow
With each long held high note
The suggestion of your sweat beaded brow
And the slight sway of inviting hips
I feel what you want me to feel
I know only what you tell me
Sing to me, oh painted angel
Beckon me to the edge
Your wholeness vexes me
When I know you have my attention
By the melody
I want more, I can feel my yearning
Though I’m not sure I can take anymore
The song is over
But the dance has yet to begin
Wrapped in your strong arms
Knowing they enjoy me being there
And those fingers that tease the guitar so well
Are toying with me too
All of you heats, vibrates, tantalizes with unabashed zeal
I can taste it in your kiss
I feel it when you are inside of me
Moths to flames have nothing on me
And when the tide has waned and you hold me tight
The breathing relaxes and the tension melts
I know I’m loved
In the arms of sheer beauty itself
I want to be yours forever
And held by the attention of your soul
By the melody