Breath Again

Could such coarse hands strike forth such sweet music drawing gently the strings of your tunic heavenly melodies I vaguely understand Could such stuttering lips eloquently call forth pleasure drawing out the decibels we treasure from the grooved fountain of the deep Could blind eyes dare to see the face that launched a thousand ships imprisoned in blissful smile of companionship dares me to be what I must be What strange roars I hear? what crimson storms rage? feeble feet wobble shy courage as my body shudders in pleasing fear At the moment of little death buried in arms we bring birth to noble life as we breath again here.