Don’t slip up
In an interview
My darling, when they
Ask
“What’s your favourite
Instrument?”
Is it piano?
Is it guitar?
Is it the drums?
Oh no,
Your Truth is me.
I’m your favourite instrument
My sounds
My sighs
My moans
Every touch you know
How to play. You
Know how to get these
Sounds out of my breath.
My highs
My gasps
You know what sounds
I make.
You know.
You feel.
You get it.
Drawing me out.
No other instruments
Can compare
To this music
That we make.
