Woman Song

Waking, sleeping
feeling the long missed protective embrace

Stretching, touching
to the slowly, moving rhyme

She arched her soul
as he danced her in mirrored time

Echoing, listening
giving release from her a cappella pace

Kissing, caressing
they shared every accepting hello

And he played
her as his most precious cello

And brought forth
her ancient, joyful, woman song.

copyright Charselle 2008

This was published with a different title but I like this title better and it needs no annotation.