O Grande Amor,
take me somewhere beautiful.
Wrap me in rocking rhythms and breathy low notes,
and speak to me,
in a pretty language I don't understand.
Play your piano hands into places where my heart is sore;
let maracas whisper into my ear, rustling my soul.
Wrap me in the voice that warms like layers of coats,
and kiss gently
with lips that appreciate golden skin like no other man.
Delilah Miller
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grande-amor/
