Spanish Guitar

You play my flesh
Like a Spanish guitar
With notes keening
As though
Until this moment
I were ignorant
Of my purpose.

Bringing me to your body
You hold me
As one who understands
My construction
The build of my form.

Your delicate
Sure fingers
Pluck at my core
Coaxing from each string
A symphony.
Surprised, I marvel
At the opus
I couldn’t know
Was within.

And I yield to your touch.

Vibrating in torrid tones
I soar in Eros song
Your fingers deftly
Pressing then release
Sliding and gliding
Along the scale
Of the music
You call from me.

I await you
In a shadowed corner
Latent, cold
Eager for your touch
Needing you to again
Make melody of me.