Taken

I sing to you, brass belle,
 deep, in your frequency,
 a joyful tone
till two smiling wench’s eyes
 blink knowingly, happily
 back at me.
Enthralled, you open
 your mouth and bless
 the reverberations with ethereal delight.
Us two laughing, broomless witches
 clasp hands in the wind
 and fly.