My hips sway to your music:
the way you play inside my heart,
strumming chords of a symphonic fire,
composed by your touch.
the way you play inside my heart,
strumming chords of a symphonic fire,
composed by your touch.
I want to sing in you,
rise up your spine
through your fingertips
out your throat
a union without words
only sound
only love
only grace.
©rebecca cavender, July 2018