Sing me sweet
my baby makes music
on my flesh, pounds out
the beat of his love
vibrates harmonics
up and down my spine

Sing me sweet
my baby carries me
up scales and intervals
then slides me
down over his octaves
way low down low
to the bass of his jive

Sing me sweet
my baby swings me
lays his lyrics
all over my body
and soul
puts his vibrato
inside my eyes

Sing me sweet
my baby’s music
awakens me
to my life
over and over each day
holding on to the notes
of his caresses
and the rhythm of his breath
soft on my skin each night

Sing me sweet
my baby shouts
ecstatic trills and sighs
the sigh of a man
happy with life
secure in his love

My baby holds me
like an instrument
he cherishes
like a precious violin
on which he bows
his passion
as if intent
on setting the strings afire

My baby knows me
knows my melodies
and my moods
sings back-up
to my reluctant solo
improvises a tune
to pull me out
of my gloom

Sing me sweet
harmony
in my ears
when I hear
his name
a symphony
of mysteries
within the familiar sound
of his voice

Sing me sweet
my baby loves me
loves to play
his music on my heart
and I send it right back at him
with all my love, happy
it’s another
Happy Valentine’s Day

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