Making Love

We fit together so,
bodies, energies,
hearts and souls and brains
merged in soulful lust.

A rare instrument,
a Stradivarius,
responds to ever'y
nuance of my touch.

A recitalist
herself, upon my
body, arias
resonant she sings.

Sonata form, our love,
From statement into
development, we
turn motifs around,

explore, augment re-
-harmonize, sequence
and tease out the heart
of each breath and soon

pull the threads into
modulations so
inevitable,
yet each time we reach

recapitu-
-lations sonorous,
lustrous in their new-
-set standards of bliss.

Too bad it's a dream.