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Music Lovers

Fingers at her side begin their tap;
linger at upper thighs then start to map,
by octaves, the flesh of hip, waist,  breast,
sidestepped scale that breaks for a short rest.
Three beats perhaps.  His touch in 3/4 time,
she feels a waltz unwind upon her spine.
Shivers–laughs, then turns to face the man
living the music carried in his hand.
He nods, he smiles, eyes half-closed in song;
she kisses, then plays silently along,
portrays an oddly labile harpsichord,
that sways against his fellow sounding board.
Laughing both now–they feel so full of schmaltz,
tapping out their own skin-skaters’ waltz.

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The above poem, my 19th in these first 19 days of National Poetry Month (!), is posted for dVerse Poets Pub “Form For All” challenge hosted by Gay Reiser Cannon.  This week’s challenge is to write a poem in “framed couplets”, a form developed by Gay’s friend, Hector Gutierrez.  The form has rhymes at the beginning and end of each line–I have not completely kept to it–but close.  

Yes, the poem is a bit silly.  If you like silliness, then check out my comic novel Nose Dive, a foray into phone sex and self-improvement.  (Disclaimer–not very much phone sex, but a great deal of self-improvement.)