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G-Minor

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