Jeff Connelly Poet I do not know?

Impromptu

she says
i am
her sky
i say
if i am
her sky
then i
will
cover her
as a blue
blanket

but being
above her
my love
for her
becomes
cloudy
instead of push
she pulls
me closer
around her
arousing her
and me
my soft skin
blanket begins
to stiffen

no starch
no need
she kneads 
in warmth
to rise
my sheet
a score
her sky
in  heat
we sweat
we met
meeting
meat
is flesh
my canvas
stretched

painting
with 
tongues
tasting
panting
past
romance
slow
dance
singing
bodies
our
choir's
remixed
song

the finished work
a painting framed
hung above
a fireplace
kept warm
and
the song
to be sung
even hummed
singing
repeatedly
our melody
pene and cono
with endless
codas

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart February 9, 2019 at 9:40 AM Wow. You did that well. Hot stuff, and then, I was totally confused at the end, whether or not your intention ;) musical reference? Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart February 9, 2019 at 2:25 PM Though first had more edge. Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart February 9, 2019 at 2:09 PM Lovely then and now. Jeff Connelly February 9, 2019 at 12:08 PM Thanks Maureen. I made a change at the end, but I did intend music and painting. Does this not work? Please let me know. Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart February 9, 2019 at 10:24 AM The poem is excellent, I don't know what pene, cono, or coda mean, which did not detract from the experience. Throw on. Jeff Connelly February 9, 2019 at 9:49 AM I was hoping to express my love with my muse to be both a painting and a song. Perhaps this didn't work too well. Just wrote it and threw it out there. Make any suggestions for improvement Maureen, I'd appreciate that. It seems you are the only one that comments on my poems jajaja. Thanks so much.