I find it remarkable
that I always say I’m scared,
scared that people will run away
as soon as they notice my true self
still I reveal it to one and all,  
to anyone who will listen
I think maybe it’s because
I hope they will run away
that they will think I’m mad and bizarre
ill – absurd – ludicrous
so I can capture all their contempt
and hide it inside my chest
and continue to live in the darkness
where self-hatred represents all
that is where I feel secure

because no-one can hurt someone
who has already been beaten down

You are much different than the rest,
And for that I truly admire you.

I am a flute
ornately carved of rich wood
able to whistle a mighty melody.

My potential to toot
and my complex craftsmanship could
be the reason why I might break easily.

An apathetic Boot
or aging untouched could
be the death of me.

I am hollow inside
but with a gentle touch and a loving kiss
I could sing so sweetly.

There is a wondrous feeling of completeness
When immersed in the act of …
Cleaning a flute
The soft light radiantly refracting from
The slightly concave…
Keys

The shimmering of the shiny sleek skin
A perfect nickel finish…
It’s sexiness salute
A strangely seductive serpent stealing
My willpower; I submit to you…
With ease

The perfection of this harmonious union
As my trembling hands caress…
Your heavenly body
Gently working away until my eyes are
Illuminated by your brilliance…
Your gleaming sheen

Intoxicated, mesmerised by your lustre
The warm ambience brings out…
Your luminous beauty
Ready now for my lips to blow a refrain
A sweet tune is primed…
The flute is now clean

Let the melody begin…