Love Song:  Flute

Your touch upon the flute begins
hesitant, tentative
and so wavers the tune you seek.

Yet, as you feel the drum pulse
through your very skin, tongue
and fingerings wildly respond,
more from instinct
than mere knowledge.

You play to  rhythms older
than human memory, enticing
a quickening beat,
pounding ever faster,
you pin one
very special,
vibrant note
and, for a moment,
There is silence...

Then, a moan
...and mischievous final
run to add yet another
quiver to the song.

And so you know the power,
found within this melody unwritten,
to fan your lover's fire.

Royce Sykes

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