Affection is the soft slow strum
Of a piano, played by a passionate lover.
Each key, each note, chosen carefully
To create the image of love; tenderness.
From the strings, that lay like organs
In the chest of the piano,
Emanates a sound, carrying with it
A love-scent, which enters every one of your atoms,
And injects them with the feeling of
Your lovers skin, and tricks your eyes into
Seeing yourself left with your one and only.
You hear the wind blowing, as if it were doing so
Just for the two of you.
The taste of love, sweet on your tongue.
You then hear the note begin to fade,
For nothing lasts forever. The long in your soul
Begins to ache, but then the scale comes to
mind. You feel all eight notes,
The number turns, and infinity seems plausible.
