Song, for Two Players
Are you, by any chance, a piano key?
she asked, reminding me in our
heart to hand affair. that not all
is black and white — when we play
she said, in 'craftie sinne's delight'
on each other's appetite, oh
there's harmony of touch (not tell);
such welcome bedtime stories
of saddle and sigh, we do here — my
pretty — and yes, that music makes
the world a tendernesse, and ours