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Nights in White Satin & Other Musical Arguments

You said you liked Bach
had all his tunes on CD
how the organ dreamed, you said,
like rain on hot summer nights
or the kind of snow that sheltered pain
and I said I preferred the Moody Blues
how they reached into the soul of things
not like the Beatles who only licked
your skin -- made you want to dance.
And you looked at me in that way
a parent looks at a child, loving them
while eyes shake all amused
 
so I pulled you down
licked the smile off your lips
played the organ like you've
never dreamed.
 
To hell with Bach, you said.