Friday, February 23, 2007

Conduct Me

There’s a frenzied orchestra that needs to perform tonight.
A deep desire that burns within
my body hot to the touch
yet shivering so violently
every nerve ending peaked
my pulse has quickened
my breathing shallow
coming faster now
emotions once hidden
need an escape
head back
eyes closed
fingertips assuming
an imaginary lover
who conducts the orchestra
in perfect harmony
rhythm
and key
beginning pianissimo
with a lone cello
featherweight
caressing
and gradually building
stronger
louder
Andante
becomes allegro
when presto!
it peaks
the note sustained
back arching
sweat drenched
held as long as possible
then fades
and slowly ebbs
back to
silence

2 comments:

Drake Lightle (aka Deleted User; Charles Bukkake) said...

Yep...my favorite.

Lola Nation said...

this has always been a good poem...
though, you need no orchestration.