He Is of Spirit

I cannot breathe, I only sit and sing, Singing and sitting have become such a bore, They only leave your behind sore, Oddly, if left alone for so long, Longings are only for kisses and song, A gentleman who passes along is a great gift for the heart and soul, For he offers me kisses and sweet melody, His melodies are so illusive, So faint, they make me faint, He creates music without instrument, For he himself is an instrument, The sound of his kisses echo deep inside my ear, And endlessly into my spirit, melt like incense, I do not know this feeling, but I know he and I are in a marriage of spirits, We are me, we are him.