Play Me

Play me with abandon
Like Tchaikovsky’s violin
Tender, fervent, boundless
My mind, my heart, my skin

Suitors past have failed me
Much to my chagrin
Only you can swoon me
Lure me into sin

Draw the bow most gently
Safe for all to see
And at a moment’s notice
Their stillness we’ll perceive

Spellbound by our witchcraft
We’ll have no need to hide
For blinded by our music
Their tickets are denied

Go ahead and weave me
Unlike the men before 
Whose Machiavellian whispers 
Sliced me to the core

Play me with abandon, love
Your metronome I’ll be
And when the tune is over
I’ll guide our hearts to sleep

We’ll shudder in pizzicato 
Our trance stilling their sway
While we unwind demurely 
Nothing seen, nothing to say.

Then in a timely manner
We’ll free them from our spell.
They’ll clap, we’ll bow in deference
Nothing seen, nothing to tell.

Each year we’ll enchant them
With our exquisite scene
Though tragically we’re clueless
That we tuned to the same dream

Play Me was first penned in November, 2020