Fingers Pluck Poem by Gordon D Wilkinson

My eyes drink the beauty before me
Slaking my thirst
Satisfying my desire
Overwhelming my soul
Gorging in the feast that lay before me
I pay the price your keeper asks
My eyes proceed in their searching
Those eloquent lines
Defined so sharp and pure
Is this your lure?
This body overcomes my senses
Reaching forward touching
My fingers move on your body strings
Harmonic sounds invade the room
Gently I lift this body of yours
Cradling, resting my chin upon your body
My fingers reach up
Taking stock
Fingers searching your very being
You are instrumental in my love for you
Fingers pluck
Staccato sounding
Time to fulfil my need
I lift my bow
Running it over your strings
I begin to play
Pure notes extrude from your body
Faster and faster
My hand flashing across this body divine
This violin at last is mine