The Caressing Of The Keys

 

There is difficulty in resisting

The caressing of the keys

They are my passage to touch you.

 

If they be flesh

I would bind my lips to their sweet surface.

I would have them surround me with your essence.

 

My shoulders against your chest

My head abutting your chin

Your arms in circumference beneath my breasts

 

Held close, with heat, with your protective valor.

The beams of our eyes that illuminate

Our pleasure in forgiveness.

 

We move on, the circumstances forgotten,

Vindication consumes, assimilates, absorbs.

Held as a valuable in our album of memories.