The air I wish I was not without
sits at its bench and plays the keys
behind your chest, moving me closer
to your breasts and the heart
I do not want to be without.
The instruments of your body
are the orchestra by which I live
intently so, longing to be moved
and lifted into a new realm of sound,
a sound I found the most lovely
of the many I had heard.
How the air inside of you
conducts this music is beyond me,
but I wish it to be within me.
So share the air of your song,
and let us play on.


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