Days Like These

Days like these
When I'm delighting
In the lingering feeling
Of rope on flesh
My larynx releasing
Another octave into my voice
I think of you
Humming Curtis Mayfield
Your citrus scented
Breath in my ear
On a crowded Sydney train
That Darlinghurst terrace house
Where you brought me shiraz
As I luxuriated, bathing
Resplendent in my nakedness
Days like these
When I've once again
Hurt my jaw from playing
Much too much flute
Pushing those harmonics
Thinking in counterpoint
I think of you
Tracing the curves and edges
Your calloused hands
Slow and sweet
On a quiet beach near Bronte
That Darlinghurst terrace house
Where you brought me a corset
As I blushed, overwhelmed
Feeling unworthy of such attention
Days like these
I think of you