I would marry you every day that I live

Every day to drain that sweet intoxicating nectar from your eyes

From your mouth.

Your brown skin shimmer with the nectar,

your nectar

My fingers tickle the bow strings of my Cello

Dvorak appears but its Schubert’s Serenade I hear. 

Emotions taze me, taze me and I can’t die,

love does not die it seeps into my pores

And make me cry.

How simple it is to love.

Schubert’s Serenade dismantle my composure, my fingers go it alone over the bow strings

I am useless under your touch,

Serenade and take me, make me

Marry me every single day that you live.

I would.

 

 

Lmh 7/17/2016