Silver fingers slip between my ribs, plucking, delving.
Extract my heart song, do you like its sound?
Does it please you?
Maybe you can ring it like a bell.

I feel you inside my chest like we exist, merged and overlapping in space and time.

I inhale you into my being and feel refreshed, the subtle quirk of your lips and frown briefly play across the muscles of my own face.

Am I you? are we the same, made of similar star stuff?

Are you mine or is that really too much to ask?

You can pluck my strings and I will sing for you but treat me carefully now, I am only dust pretending to be wood, my insides complex and a little stiff.

Let cool fingers play across my skin, let warm words soak me from within.
Let me fill the air with joy songs of mutual satisfaction as our energies mix and worlds collide.