The Symphony Of You

The Symphony Of You short poem

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The symphony of you serenades
I feel for the sound of touch
My fingers caress the piano keys that are the gentle ridges descending your spine
Violin strings resonate in the silk strands of your scented hair
Your warm eyes mark the seductive swagger of the sax
The glistening pink of your lips are the sweet berry tasted in the flute
The high arch of your feet are the independent beat of drums
Your delicate hands are the melody of the mandolin
Your gentle heart, the romantic grace of the harp
You are a tactile symphony
Serenading man’s loving hands
Body of divine sensual composition

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Keith Wilson

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Laya Sarath

Wow wow wow..HOw did you do that…How did you connect those instruments with the human body…This is one classic piece of poetry I must say..And with the lines I assume that you are a great musician too 🙂


Like a beautiful composition, a melodious tune..your poem is beautiful too:)


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