By Rose Mary Boehm
Handsome and flawless, young, and strong
The one who knew my tunes by heart—
The one who always played my song—
Your touch would break my life apart
Into small pieces I no longer found
Except behind your eyes and in your hand,
A lover tamed, surrendered, bound,
And nourished in a foreign land.
Escape, an option which I could not see
While expert hands played on my strings.
My polished body humming, loath to flee
A world where all of nature sings
The summer song, the harvest hymn,
Rich soil, soft rains… filled to the brim.
Copyright Boehm 2024