I stare at you
in awe ,
as your smooth
bronze skin
makes contact
with the magical
instrument , and
your fingers
gently push the
keys to taste
the feeling of
making love to
one another for
the first time ,
responding by
creating the
most beautiful
melody , as if
they were
moaning in pure
ecstasy .
and I a little tipsy
by the sight in
front of me , I
close my eyes ,
and let each note
engulf me into
a warm embrace ,
like a golden
sheet of
sunflowers
that could ease
anyone into a
peaceful slumber .
you were one
with the piano ,
and I stood
dumbfounded as
the music poured
out of you like
liquid gold that
glows under the
sun .
your playing was
a sweet euphony
to my ears ,
and I was
.
Intoxicated
.
addicted
.
exhilarated
by the sound that
invaded every
nook of the boxy
room , and filled
the corners of my
eyes with salty
water that tumbled
out like dew drops
screaming ;
" I'm in love "
your hands kissed
the black and white
keys for the last time
before lifting your
face to give me a
dazzling smile ,
almost saying ;
" I know ".
YOU ARE READING
Dried petals
Poetry"and I find myself tucking your smile in the space that lies between every letter .for babe , if I can't keep you by my side ,then I'll lock you in each poem these hands write down ."_Aya Highest rank #43 in poetry on 23/7/2017 .
