1. Mandy Lynn

You are sleeping,

my fingers ache

to hold your slender neck

caress the breasts

of your tight strings.

Is your dream

of music

and the singing

of love ?

Can I tempt you awake

to dance,

in machinegun frenzy

on the blue grass,

when we embrace ?

Or shall we shallow

in the gentle lilt

of melody ?

I will fumble like a virgin

searching for pleasure

and make you cry

as we stumble, tumble,

through the learning.

Your beauty is not

just for selfish glimpsing

and momentary voyeur

but in the releasing

and the song

you

can sing.