Piano

I want to trace my fingers on your smooth surfaces.

Lightly caressing your curves.

I trail the tips of my fingers across your keys, feeling for the subtle differences in each one.

I sit before you, breath eager in my chest.

My feet touching yours in a dance only we understand.

Tentatively, I plunge my fingers down onto you.

Listening to your response.

A melody only you play.

Divinity to my ears.

I play on.

I play on the only instrument I ever want to play.

You.