Crisp cotton behind me,
warm wooliness above,
our legs braided: a German love spoon.
Our single piece twists to
touch, caress and curve, to
disappear the spaces between us.
Next we’re castanets, concave shells joined,
palms full, fingers bent, percussive rotation,
moving rapidly in frenzied desire.
No tablature nor clef,
just energetic vibrato:
making sheet music.