We are both hearing Wagner’s Tannhäuser
overture live for the first time, its harp
and dozen waldhorns ascending to stir
our hearts. I turn to view your eyes, their sharp
aqua stare intense as Venus healing
all lovers, fair blond hair sweeping your bare
shoulders like a white phantom wave, stealing
me from this concert’s cathedral to share
our bed blessed by gods, holy hands searching
each other’s moist flesh, sealing yet again
sacred bodies’ sacrament, flourishing
to join bold music’s climax. Is it pain
in your eyes or joy? I study their blue
glow watching me. I know you feel it too.
Roger Armbrust
February 5, 2010
