The title poem from my latest collection.
Cello Music
I imagine pulling a bow
across your strings
and hearing your voice as you
respond to my expert playing
You are softer than you seem
as I bow and pluck you—
Delirious arpeggios
staccato riffs
sustains
rests
shimmering
tremulous sounds cascade down
I imagine playing you slowly
under water with a crush
of current against my chest
My left hand drifts
to your slender neck as
I bow and improvise;
my right hand moves in perfect
union with your perfect pitch
I imagine playing you on
a sleepless night
I sit up in bed and lay you
across my thighs and
play you with such ease you
begin to moan and cry
while the neighbors
listen to cello music.
TS
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