O the Joy
Of brass pedals
Under naked feet.
Airy arms
And arpeggios.
A bare bottom
Nestled in cushion.
The fifth resolving
To the tonic,
With gin.
Scales mounted
Cadences coming.
Pianissimo sounds
Caressing scented
Flesh.
O the Joy
Of playing
The piano
Naked.
David Holbrook
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/makes-perfect/
