Are you, by any chance, a piano key?
she asked, reminding me in our
heart to hand affair, that not all
is black and white—when we play
she said, in ‘craftie sinne's delight’
on each the other's appetite, oh
there's harmony of touch (not tell);
such welcome bedtime stories
of saddle and sigh, we do here—my
pretty—and yes, that music makes
the world a tendernesse, and our
