This girl

Flute toting girl, arms milky pale, lifts it to her rose lips

and is pretty, pretty, look at her lips purse sweet girl

whispering ribbon songs just for me

and my drowsy head nods with hers and lovely is something

I embrace with her and I see the life she breathes

into those fluted reeds and her breath is a breathy

hushed kiss of softness and a melody smooth to my cocked ear

turned her way, cocked to take her

and swallow and sip and drink her down down into me this wisp of

a girl waltzing her soft dance into my life

this girl who plays just for me

her song only for me.