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bass

Posted to Action Poetry




lifting the covers
I stare at your back
the naked bass line of it,
your shoulders
following the dip that climbs
your hips
round and clefting
either end
of your spine,
knees tucked and gathered
body's slightest heave,
the gentle indication
of your sleep;
my legs meet behind
bent against your contour,
warm and soft
my arm bows over,
fingers brush
across that supple skin
playing up along
those fine blond strings,
ear flat against
the cradling,
your humming lung's sonata
sweet and low
in slow accompany