Working the soft places first

Finger tipping

Just Playing

Pianists have soft, sensitive fingertips

Trained technique

Hours of practice.

Then, the spot against the bone

Little harder

Little harder still

Beethoven instead of Chopin.

That spot is getting a good long rub in circles and in squares

And trapezoids

The geography, the math of music

Up and down

The legs of the parallelogram

Deeper massage

The candles are flickering in rhythm.

The fingers are going in

One

Two

Three

The middle knuckles scrape the sides

When they move in and out

Every. Uh. Single. Uh. Time. Huh.

Soft bent knuckles. 

Scraping up along those tender sides

Like a cock with a soft ring

The rhythm of the in

The rhythm of the out

The rhythm of the in and out.

Faster, Oh!

And then…

Faster, deeper

Faster and deeper

Against the sides and finger-tipping the back wall

Of soft flesh that quivers when it hits

Hitting harder

Deeper

Calling out

Ah! (pant)

Oh! (sigh)

Ah! (shout)

Oh No!

No.

Stop.

Don’t Stop!

Getting there-Being There-Wanting it-Having it.

Now.

Pulse.

Quiver, shake, chill

Breathe

Pant

Release your hold

Give up

Take and give

Have.

Rise as

It starts again

The waves of the tide

Soft at first

Remembering

Learning again

That breathing place

Wetter than before

Warmer

Larger

Redder

Easier now

With hot wet fingertips and known desire

The climb begins again

Hips snapping upwards without thought

Up Up Up

Out Out Out

Losing your thought

Thoughts.

Finding them

Working

Sweating

Water drips down

Flows and pushes out

Coating the fingers

Wanting the cock but waiting

Lips help

The ride swells up again

Up and down

Faster and deeper

Panting out of breath not caring

Pushing harder to finish

To have it again

Having out with all of it

Out and in. Inside.

And push

Release it again.

Rest and breathe.