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.
Sweetly, softly, dolce, piano
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