Intimate Suite Poem by Zyw Zywa

He starts
cautiously
with small steps

warms me up, back and forth
prolongs his leg, goes
from minuet to pavane

strides old-fashioned deeper
adds quick pushes
then unchains himself

from allemande to courante
and leads me into the sixth heaven
slowly flying there sarabande

around with me, in expectation
enjoying
each other and longing

for the delayed presto
touch on the sensitive strings
ending on the highest note