On listening to Delius' Song of the high hills'

   
First night of the Proms  
music lovers listen in awe  
naked 'neath 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  ..  .. souls combined  
transports outside ourselves,  
music more than that we hear.  
high on a 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, Eros, for your company.  
Lie still upon the clouds to those high hills  
 thighs embraced as ne'r before,  
be unafraid, enter this forbidden space.  
and learn of ecstasy.