The lightest Press

 Sting - When we dance

The hand began

Gentle caress

In the lightest press

From fingers firm

Sliding smooth

Across a blameless neck

So he played

Gentle melody

Confessing

To the mass

As unreal

As surrounding smoke

As the space

The room

The world

Collapsed

Into the two

He

And the she

That somewhere sat

And heard

In an enveloping dark

He knew she watched him play

He felt the pull

Gentle Gravity

Drawing the song

To where it belonged

To her

The light touch

The tender grace

The sliding press

Silken smooth

The subtle move-

ment and play

of fingers could dance

while he sat

While his hand

Maintained gentle caress