Unperturbed and watching
The subtle shivers of
Your emotion,
The perpetual symphony,
Where the music fades
And I do not strain to listen,
It returns,
I change it by the act of listening,
Until such time as the music,
Ushers in the theatre
Of brute expression,
Surrender compelled through presence,
Gruff instructions to warm the skin,
Implications of danger,
Kissing to draw out the small cries,
Of anticipation,
My rough hands
Against the buttery warmth of your skin,
I will make you sing, baby girl,
My actions,
My words,
An instrument,
Added to yours,
Resting until I hear,
The call to accompaniment.
MB Blissett 