Here are two poems I wrote in a corona format (I think)

[one]

So delicately you fingered the ivory.
Your fingertips exuded love
In ways I’d never seen before
I was in awe of your command

I was in awe of your command
I wanted
So desperately
To be your instrument
To finger
With love
To finger with love
Rapt with lust and awe

I couldn’t contain myself
any longer
So when you began your song
I disrobed
And spread
Between High and
Low C
Your compass points toward Middle C.
So delicately you fingered the ivory.

[Two]

The water rushed down the curve of your bust
Steadily
But one drop lingered
On your horizontal peak
It swelled
It swelled but fell
I caught it with my fingertip
And returned it to it’s home
We mingled

We mingled
Convex to convex
But down the shaft of my finger
You dissipated
Absorbed by my pores
Absorbed by my pores
We were one
Within
And without.

My fingertip caressed your peak while
The water rushed down the curve of your bust.