Nakee's Music

i touch my fingers to her temples
and the music begins

i lightly brush back her hair and
nakeewatahahe       autumn flower        begins to hum

like a young green reed in a stiff wind       i hear a drumbeat
it is my heart

leaning closer       touching her lips with mine
i hear the native flute sounds of her soul

pulling the strings       from her shoulders
i hear mystical       shamanic chords as her blouse falls

our clothes come off       as leaves tremble from
trees in early winter       cat-music swirls around us

we lay our instruments together       a
symphony of sense       a rhythm of need

and caring       while out on the porch       in the breeze
the porch swing       squeak        squeak       squeak

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