You melt my joints,
You melt my bones,
You melt my heart.
I am falling apart!
Brushing your lips with mine
is just synchronization of our senses,
the introduction to the symphony.
You are the conductor
who directs the orchestra.
you are the one who gives the right key
to the violins and all the strings,
to the piano, to the flutes,
to the harp, to the drums.
Silence! Concentration!
I need all your attention!
No word spoken!
Nothing confusing!
Maestro, music!
Author: Ekatherina Michon
New York
11.29.00
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