Ratiug

If you're cold,
you hold her
and her ever-flowing soul will warm you.
Her body fits against yours and you
  melt into each other,
    become each other.
If you caress her softly,
she'll sing for you.
The more you give to her,
the more she will return.
She will be your voice in the darkness.
She will speak for you if you go mute.
Your passion will become her passion;
and she will portray every strum of your heartbeat
with just as much enthusiasm,
just as much vigor.
She will cry if you cry for her;
she will wail her emotions disguised as your own
and together you will bring down walls,
defeat armies,
making them weep where they stand,
fall to their knees
and see the beauty that is your music.
For, her language is one of passion, fury,
and love.
If you learn it
and ask the right questions,
she will ease your pain
and show you the answers you long for.
With your gentle caress,
her voice will rise to the sky
so pure and light a king would bow.
With your hands on her neck
she will come alive
and you will feel her trembling.
Her shivers will send themselves
down your spine.
You will never fret,
never fear when she is by your side;
for, when she rests against you,
you are brave:
calloused against the harsh blisters of words,
enveloped in your duet.
Your soul echoes in her core and,
hollow though she may be,
she fills the emptiness within yourself.
She is forever yours,
and she is forever singing.
Ratiug

Written Florida 2005