The Solar Sonata

—An orchestral unveiling of the body’s secret music under the fearless gaze of an honest sun

Morning vibrato—our skin tuned to light.

Cool breeze—winter nights lost—our breasts forte.

Sun improvises—looking inward, polite.

Curtains allegro, spy branches lust to survey.

Andante, maestro sun parts your doorway.

Sun lifts curtain—body opens—your premier.

I join sun’s chorus, now love’s choir we portray.

Your shy concertos fade—disappear.

Each note you write, my body softly plays.

Neighbor curtains demand an encore.

Mother sun—bare bodies—dance love’s ballet.

Nude carved scrolls revealed—- fearless we comport.

Sunkissed skin, each passage our melody.

Fingers and lips perform our love’s  symphony.