I’ve Touched Music
I’ve touched music before in those hidden hours
Before the dawn,
Before pearl gray has cast itself
In shadows upon the pane.
The music is the melody of bonding,
Of milk breath and baby-sweet dampness
Clinging with rosebud lips to the
Hollow of my throat.
The music is there
As eyelids flutter in butterfly dreams
And teddy bear fantasies.
It is there as we are,
As we ever will be.