Leaking Pen

(Wellington, New Zealand)

Orchestra Of The Heart


When the violins played
Wannabe their strings
When the cellos swayed
Wannabe their wings

When the trumpets sound
Wannabe their waking call
Trombones are crowned
The tuba caps them all

The midsection woodwinds
Cry of the heart
Which one from the woodwinds?
Melts my heart

Ode by the solo oboe
The clarinet comes next
No room for a hobo
When flutes do flex

Each breath of life
Lungs made to sing
Fingers caress strife
Winter becomes spring

And then comes the sax
Seduces the rose next to me
No need for an ax
To take love home free

Two breaths become one
I’m in the adjacent seat
Awakened by her Sun
My freeze becomes obsolete

Clash of each brass cymbal
Climax arrives finally
My heart as a deer, nimble
Accepts a second date happily!


Jan 27th 2014
Copyright Leaking Pen 2014

Submitted: Monday, January 27, 2014
Edited: Sunday, March 02, 2014

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