Very Married

The full moon shone thru the skylight    
bathing the room in shimmering blue and white.
Engaged in a slumbering dream I heard the cry
of your soul driven by desire.

Knowing somehow that a response to your plea   
lay within my grasp, I felt my dream make room for you.
Deep within slumber I summoned a sonata
to the tips of my fingers and began to play a familiar tune.

But not really the one you wanted to hear.
An agony pierced thru to my vision and I awoke,
finding you writhing in an ecstatic agony.
Now in full wakefulness I understood the melody you   
longed to hear so as to assuage what you were missing.

As a hero faced with an urgent task I turned
and gently moved to the place of rescue,
throwing aside the hot coverings and watching
as the blue and white moonbeams glistened on your flesh.
My fingers warmed to their task and the melody of   
desire became a symphony with purpose.

Again I heard the cry of your soul as the music
began a mounting crescendo. Faster and faster my   
body performed its own tocata in pianoforte.
My face grew hot, my lips moist and
my heart beginning to burn with the familiar need.

A song escaped from your heart and the keening surmounted
the last final cliff before you dove with abandon
into the swirling mist of silver adorning the cascade of water.
Drenched to the core, we listened as the roar of the falls thundered.

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