Evermore

Pluck the strings from my heart
and weave them 
into a harp;
play the sweetest tunes
as I sleep 
afloat in dreams of fingers 
laying Love along soft curves
in a tender caress,
kisses lingering on the edge
of thirsty lips,
whispers poured softly,
anointing my body with the nectar
of you

Pluck the strings from my heart
and weave them
onto a violin;
sing me a lullaby 
more beautiful than Brahms’
to lift me 
into that moment
only found within your arms,
that place that holds a magic spell
invisibly tattooed upon my skin
with your eyes
and chanted in the timbre 
of a breath.

Pluck the strings from my heart
and weave them
into yours
to remain there
evermore.


may 2007
Janet Reid





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