- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Stradivarius
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Dark wood curving finely
Cutouts and f holes
Strings to cage and catch me
She holds the bow
The precious wand
With fingertips
And arching palm
And draws across those singing strings
And this instrument is beautiful
It makes music like a songbird
Whose beating wings have found its soul
The fingers fret ferociously
And the bow saws through eternity
Between belly, back, and ribs the song echoes
And she dances while she plays
Her hips and tummy sway
The bow blurring back and forth, biting like a blade
Her pumping legs they lift her up
Until she is floating above the floor
Yet her kicking heels still bang loud upon the stage
Other instruments
Play in time
But are washed
Away by this fine wine
Until all else disappears
For staring eyes
And straining ears
Can sense nothing but the violin
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