If I can keep her lips to kiss

How I peer at piano's lifeless plate, And crave, covet to be that plucky piece Which, silken soft her fingers gets to kiss, Now dancing sprightly, now at gentle gait, Whilst my lips starve, and eyes left but to stare, To wait for once in lifetime blue-moon chance, A flitting hope to steal a furtive glance At gutsy keys— my bugbear and black beast. And no, I scarce can paint my attitude Fair, a duel of hound and hare the least— A life-less wood, how so seasoned, made good, More blest than lips leaves me to grin and bear. So, let that wood blush O in rosy bliss To have kept fingers, if I can the lips. __________________________________________ Sonnet |15.11.2008| kiss, envy Poet’s note: This piece draws no mean inspiration from Shakespeare's Sonnet 128. Let imitation at best be still an imitation, but it is my way of paying tribute to the bard. An attempt that falls short of the bard’s subtlety in painting the scene.