practicality.

i am not clever enough
to invent a new and exciting
metaphor for loving you -
for this music we make,

so instead let me tell you stories
about jazz, about all the

improvisation

promised by storied hips
and soft half-moans or were they
moons like apples
with a bite already gone

i can tell you of violins,
of muscles stretched taut
against the strings,

bodies bent into instruments
until one becomes the other
and they both become fire.