The Maestro of Desire- a love song.

The Maestro Of Desire

My hand
entwined firmly in yours -
our breathing,
though
out of
synch,
creates music in the room.

The gentle sighing
and murmured moaning
adding colour to the symphony
that is our flesh.

The tympani of
our bodies joining -
floats -
in the air,
as our neighbours bob
their heads to our sounds,
clear in the understanding
that the maestro of desire
is once more conducting.

A flute raises,
a french horn opens
and the trombone
pushes -
then pulls.
Tongues moisten reeds
and gentle breath
coaxes forth a tenor resonance.

We-
the performers-
defer to each other,
sharing the stage
that is our bed.

A cacophony of need
fills
the room…
the maestro plays
with the tempo,
allegro, andante, allegro -
the kettle drums rumble deeply…
insistently.

Crescendos
of cymbals are entangled
with operatic ecstasy
and then-
the performance hall
is once more filled
with soft murmurs
of appreciation
and admiration.
A love song
cumplete.