Soul Music

He is the song
her throat
has been aching
to sing
he has struck the chord
and she trembles
finally in tune
his tenor
blending
with her soprano
two instruments
well strung
this is how they worship
now, lips moistened
for the task
breath gathered
in the belly
like birds
his bright plumage
has called her forth
they dance out on the limb
far from the earth
and fly