Her lips upon my oboe gave way for a soprano moan and ecstatic treble,
accompanied by body’s tremble.
Tonight she was the maestro
and we turned silence into a symphony between the sheets.
My lips found her favorite note. G-minor.
I played her center with my mouth,
laid her to b-flat, her cry was major,
we both called out with thanks to our savior.
God! Yes, God! Oh, Goddess!
Our courtship transitioned to a state of worship.
Two temples joined together prayer,
melodically perfect.
Ricardo Hanley Jr.
Photography: Marvin Meyer
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