She Whispers to Me

She calls my name. Trembling, unsure I try to touch her. My hands upon her as she tells my song. But she resists. I ball up my heart and hands. Listen to me she says. This is not about you, it is about us. Don’t touch me, join me. Relaxing I feel with my heart, not my hands. And then it comes from both of us. We roll together in rhythm. Not too fast she reminds me. Slowly, softly, dolce, piano