The piano

by ShootingStar179   Sep 29, 2009


His hands stretch, slide over the smooth ivory,
feeling her succumb under his will,
as she sings with delight

He pushes against her frame,
with a love so tender yet aggressive,
She knows no pain under his touch.

Their voices meld together,
with tones so deep and mesmerizing,
shattering all barriers between them

They are one,
Disjointed rhythm turned into song,
Twisting in a melody only they fully comprehend.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Daisy if you do

    Courtney,
    What a very lovely write and much enjoyed. Awesome to see you writing again.

    Take Care,
    Kay

  • 14 years ago

    by Sylvia

    Bravo. This is an excellent write. The comparison of loving to a piano is unique and you have done it very will. Good job.

  • 14 years ago

    by Cindy

    Courtney
    Welcome back!
    This is absolutly beautiful. The imagery is awesome as are the word choices..
    Excellent job!
    Love Cindy