There's glass between us.

I wouldn't mind
some jazz and wine
and to watch you masturbate while
bathed in
moonlight.

Simple pleasures
come about simply
and such a sight would suit me
fine.

As your fingers glide
over the curves
of your instrument I
can almost taste the melody.

And when
suddenly
you begin to sing,
the notes that come,
for me,
are
magic.