For Kelly

by Hot Lizard Boy

Her opera chases me with a phantom's prowess
And I lap up her aural lovemaking
Before she discovers me
Her treble clef strikes my very soul
And drives me to the point of lust-laden madness
I close my eyes
The better to hear her with
But still she stands before me
Her hands clasped just so
Then reaching to herd her notes
Stopping them in mid-air
where she gently nudges them toward me
Soft hands caressing them like a lover
And I inhale them

Copyright 1999 by Hot Lizard Boy

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