Violin Curves and Soul Songs

His hand rests lightly On the violin curve Of my waist... His gaze moves languidly, So that it is like a bow over My heartstrings... I breathe, deeply, and His fingers move to Feel the soft hum of air Passing my lips As my chest rises like A crescendo... He breathes, deeply, And our sighs harmonize... He looks into my eyes as if He sees a melody there... I wonder if his heartbeat quickens Because he is keeping time To the song that plays in my soul.