Your Body, A Musical Instrument Poem by Sanji-Paul Arvind

Your body, a symphony in motion,
Your nerves, the strings, tuned with devotion.
I long to play with my gentle touch,
Fingers strumming, feeling, creating so much.

Your moans, a melody, soft and sweet,
The rhythm of your heartbeat, a syncopated beat.
Like the drums, your pulse calls loud,
A deep, resonant thrum that lifts the crowd.

Like a trumpet, I yearn to blow,
A blast of passion, where emotions flow.
Mouth organ's whispers, soft and near,
A sweet vibration only you can hear.

Together, we can compose a song,
A duet of love, both loud and bong
In every note, our souls entwined,
In harmony, our hearts aligned

For I shall listen to all the tunes,
Understanding the language of moans.
And I can play well with passion,
And our oneness should be the mission.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind