Nocturne

asking, telling, begging me
in our comet lit tableau
for my mouth to return

unmasking it’s compelling melody
atop a piano
playing

number

nineteen

Nocturne

her pitch lower and rise
with every stroke
within our chrysalis

feeling her twitch and writhe
the shudder of every syllable spoke
stream

out

her

esophagus

her moans mingling alongside mine
creating chords
to our love track

composed in perfect rhythm and time
the symphony scored
down

on

my

back

while I serenade the skin
on her neck
to the beat of our carnal metronome

in the virtuoso we spin
relishing every speck
that we

pen

in this

poem...

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