Words.

The Accordion
Let me play
the Accordion of Time,
a piece to lull and lure,
to employ
to meet
our desires.
Listen:

The shortened
compressed months
bringing two
ends together,
playing a single note,
held in the
cool air of
a night in
spring.

And the lengthening of minutes
stretching that period of pleasure
that moaning note sounding softly
gently caressing us into
the eternal cover of night
a note that shall never end…