Soft hands of sultry Eve cup the silent instrument
A moment before the music confesses her divine gifts
And the hells that she traverses becomes a garden through these notes
As a tune becomes fine wine that shifts sobriety into bliss
Vibrating strings lift our souls to total synchronicity
And she kisses me without knowing her music has lips
queer serenades masquerade as friendship in the day
but the evening candle illuminates forbidden love’s twist
Soft eyes mesmerized by dancing fingers on musical vines
The aging night expands her symphony to encircle my hips
a euphony of butterflies kiss flowers up my spine
my heart becomes a shooting star—she my only wish
I never knew a snake to offer fruits that fed my soul
but I’m ready to forsake god to have happiness such as this
If our love be likened to the devil or inferno
may my heart be consumed by the flames of hellish bliss
Soft hands of lovely Eve cup my crimson cheek
the silence makes apparent the ripe apple in her grip
the crescendo of sapphic love envelopes us in harmony
as we sing the song of our hearts with a melodious kiss
