We could be
Jazz instruments.
Your lips fit perfectly
With my saxophone
Mouthpiece.
When you blow
And take my breath away.
Your fingers
Moist from few
Cold glasses of wine
Wrap around me
And hit my highest notes.
I can't help but pull
On your strings
At the sound of bare skins
Pretending to be drums.
Let me bring alto
Into you
As i slide
Through your piano keys.
We should definitely
Play jazz together.
How else could we hear
The sound of our soul?
