On listening to Delius   'Song of the High hills

 
First night of the Proms
music lovers listen in awe
naked souls beneath the dome.
Strangers newly met
yet in one orgasmic moment
taken by surprise, so soon !
Music beyond belief suspending reality,
Waves of bliss, summer seas
take us where we dare not,
Bodies minds and souls combined
transports outside ourselves,
music more than that we hear.
High on the plateau to linger,
once in a life time few lovers find
every nerve, each violin string untouched before,
the oboe out its box, pursed lips upon the flute,
pulsing timpani, throbbing beating hearts,
erotic fingers pluck the harp
rhythmic, harmony combined, no need of words;
learn a language, long neglected.
Lovers walk those hills, they're not so far away !
Write of love you poets !...yet words have feet of clay.
Soar with Aeolus rise above the earth
Venus, Cecilia and Eros, for your company.
Lie still upon the clouds to those high hills,
your thighs embraced as ne'r before
be unafraid ,enter this forbidden space.
and learn of ecstasy.