Largo for Linda
Sunday morning has the slow, smoothly flowing cadence of the ocean.
Just this moment, I'm composing the largo movement
For a whisperously mellifluous symphony
I'm fingering, one sensual note at a stroke,
On my supple lover's subtly reverberating harp strings.
Both of us bask in the gratifying vibrations we're scoring,
Taking our time, engendering sensuality from the silence,
Bringing to climax the sublime nuances of our music,
Leaving, on the saline air, the soft, soothing overtones of our breathing,
As the ocean flows into feelings that will never ebb.
05/09/10
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