The lover who blooms

With the warm light at your back
the melody starts.
You pause. Breath in.
Your hands, lightly, slide
while the fingertips,
in an adagio,  lend subtle caresses.

One, two, three,
Your elbows heave forth, boosting you,
Up, up, up,
And you take off in flight.
Your rhythmical body displays
an exquisite hypnotic sway.

And there am  I, mesmerized, letting myself go.
In an instant I find my hands 
running down my face, my neck, my chest.
They are my hands, 
but it's the music what touches my skin.

Your head: back and forth 
shows your smile lighting up
while your eyes are close,
an invitation to lose myself 
 in the absolute pleasure of that caress 
that floods the senses.

Your body, now immersed in a whirlwind,
seems to lose itself in an ascending spiral 
and suspends you with no fear of falling.
And, meanwhile, I follow, I’m with you
and I feel free flying by your side.

Then, after a mouthful of air,
your agile hands, now quick,
wrap us in an allegro.
The heart hastens,
you moan, you pant, a chord
and fall over the piano as a lover,
after love, within its black sheets.


Nevertheless, the souls in the room are left suspended in ecstasies.