Our Song

The notes, soft at first. Low and slow the melody starts off. We are writing our song, note by note. Taking care to place the notes in the right place. My treble to your bass, intertwined on this our music bar called life.
I sing my verse alone, longing for a duet that will lift my voice higher than the most operatic soprano. Looking forward to a chorus with you. Our voices join to form a hypnotic sound so beautiful that angels will sit on the edges of the clouds to hear it. We have both sang the solo of a sad love song. These verses had to be written in order for us to be here, in this place, at this time.
Sing your song to me, no sweeter sound have I heard in my heart.
My heart beats to your rhythm be it fast or slow. I follow you around the chords, trusting in your step. Going where you go. Letting you determined our way.
I turn my F A C E to you and you read me with the expert skill of a musician from the finest orchestra.
Always striking the right notes because Every Good Boy Does Fine when he takes the lead from the one True Conductor. The single clef becomes double. The serenade becomes a duet. Sweet sounding melodies consume my very soul and lift me high into your arms, where I am kept clear of broken strings and wrong notes.
You deftly stroke me and I emit a tune never sung before. Your key unlocked a music box. Notes so complex yet so simple. Bodies moving to a song never before heard. One that can not be reproduced by using any other instrument. Only the combination of you and me creates this song. Sweat glistens on your skin and I carefully watch it roll over your chocolate features. Hoping to taste your essence I lean in for a taste. Salty and sweet ambrosia is what I receive for my efforts. The touch of my lips to your skin brings your eyes to mine, Dance with me, they say.
Hand held out and taken, we stand and begin to move to our song. Eyes locked, our love swirls around and between us, pulling us tightly. Your hand on my back, my hand in yours and draped across your shoulder. Each spot electric to the touch. Our bodies forming a perfect, unending circle. Around and around we spin, fast and slow but once joined, never to be broken. Staring deeply into your eyes all doubt disappears.
In you I see my future. The dark notes I’ve sung in the past no longer haunt my soul. The brightness in your eyes overshadow it all. I chorus with you on repeat, without tiring. Play me again.

©Lainey Starr 2010