No More Ecstasy Than This

A piano sonata in my head
soft music is the background
Your breath on my face
not another soul around.

Each note but a song
whispered out quite clear.
As our lips play the scales
breathing, all we can hear.
.
Percussioning hearts
pounding to a crescendo.
Moans holding the bass
way down deep and low.

A refrain of fluted spears
hovers in the heated air.
Lust raising the level
music exploding everywhere.

Drums, cymbals ignite
pulsing limbs on the move.
Loud panting, the solo
rocking in our own groove.

Passion conducts
music grows more intense
volcanic quakes and spills
love's powerful incense.

In the solitude of the glow
music fading into the abyss
We, floating on our cloud
no more ecstasy than this.

Del Cano 2006 October