Food Of Love

Piano keys were played along my spine
A subtle tune that pondered note by note
The rhythm floated unrestrained by time
Eternal melody that no one wrote
The theme it lingers now inside my head
With phrasing that was wistfully sublime
I long to languish naked in your bed
Concerto played on you would be divine
The ardour of your music realised
A minor key made major with a smile
The sharps and flats of life are harmonised
Arpeggios are dancing all the while
Remove ourself from life’s cacophony
Composing our unfinished symphony


Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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