cantata of you

the aria of  you in bold brass ,the trill of your      
clef- curved tongue, the open whole throat      
of your notes in each voiced letter, growls      
accelerando to the pulse-beat of my heart,      
my lips like velvet mallets stroke roll down    
your mahogany belly drum,the nocturne dream of your  
body opus openfrom the wet staccato taps on the  
reed of your sax, my rosined fingers bow-thrum the      
flesh-strings of your  violin,the finale of our  
entwined skin a timpani of boom boom boom, the trombone    
glissandos out to the edge and deep-in to the hilt,  
a crescendo of mutual climax to bring the      
house down, our tremble-sizzle bodies adagio      
to warm in the pungent wet ovation of our    
symphony and we collapse in the quiet concert    
of your sheets,the blood rushing call of    
encore encore already rising between my legs