Crescendo

Up and down, in and out ... The memory remains and lingers sweet.

Up and down, in and out,
the sound of music flits about.
Pulsing, aching, needs and desires.
Heat and flame of blazing fires.

Soft and mellow, spiraling low,
unbroken strain of music's flow.
Whistling winds in heaven above
between two hills, the peaks of love.

Hard and driving, ascending grand,
love-notes coming from your hand.
The bow of bodies together strung,
the sweetest notes of love unsung.

Lightning bolts and thunder crashes.
Each pulse and rhythm gently clashes.
The cry of triumph fills the night.
Stars of heaven glimmer bright.

The music is over, its climbing beat.
The memory remains and lingers sweet.

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

hey what are you doing today
i can feel beauty all around.. such words
pure gold,they shine ,they shine
i am almost blinded..
how sweet..they touch even a heart of stone
it will melt before they reach..near
Pulsing, aching, needs and desires.
Heat and flame of blazing fires.
Whistling winds in heaven above
between two hills, the peaks of love.
Hard and driving, ascending grand,
love-notes coming from your hand.
The bow of bodies together strung,
the sweetest notes of love unsung.
The music is over, its climbing beat.
The memory remains and lingers sweet
oh such endless beauty ,i have never seen ,your mouth drops pure gold
i just stand and look stunned ..could there be so much beauty on earth
how sweet ,how lovely,everything i see ..here

[Clockwork]

Very creative. Lovely extended metaphor. Intercourse through sweet sound-very clever. I greatly enjoyed your work.

[Poeticpiers]

Loved your extended metaphor and the crashing climax