My heart is a musical traveller
It will only stop when sky strings
garotte me for the final time
Play Rachmaninoff’s silent concerto
along shafts of sunken submarines
tides swollen, coves so wide,
foam from fingers to thighs,
sea vessel yearns to resurface
in your docked lips.
Ravel unravelling the last pieces
of fabric straddling your skin,
satin overboard to feed the shark within me
Semaphore my sailors to talk in braille
turn tinkle to allegro, tongues inside-out
writhe bodies to increasing pace of breath
To taste, to touch, trestle
of your arched body upon beach bed
raise your hips a little higher
and all my fingers will become limbs
In delirium, release the damper
and naked in the ocean
our star strings will become one comet
burning adagio skies into orchestra seas
