Minstrel

Words tumble from your mouth,
so many happy children rolling
down fields at play;
vibrant, sonorous, thrilling with energy
as they leap and chase each other.
Your voice a symphony,
a rich honey tenor pouring into me
inscribing life on my heart;
crescendoing in passionate explanation,
now resting, silence drawing me forth
into the next movement
and your heartbeat a metronome
beating a river of strength
beneath magnificent melodies.

Your breath whispers caresses to my soul,
tender wisp of touch here,
long circling stroke there,
wooing me to dance the delicate cadence of love.