How I do pray
to play you,
press your keys pianissimo,
fingertips dancing across your face,
on your high notes
and in the hollows of your lows,
your light keys and dark thoughts,
lips quivering as the air blows past
to play the silk of your sax.
along the curves of your spine,
the notes fall
as rose petals.
The cymbals and castanets
auspices of an andante over
the slope of your hips,
your heart and breathing allegretto.
Your plum ripe,
its nectar brimming to bursting,
as the strings
await their plucking, strumming,
to turn your sighs from allegretto
to allegro, forte, fortissimo,
the soaring aria of your soul so high
even God hears my prayer.