Wednesday, March 16, 2011

The Violin

Gently, softly

Don’t hurt her now

She is my life.


Only with the pads of your fingers

Gently, softly


Hear how her voice resonates

From within her empty body

When you touch her?


When you love her?


Her bottomless dark eyes,

Seemingly hollow,

Follow you everywhere you go,

Begging you to come to her,

To hold her,

Caress her.


She loves that it’s just



You



And her.



No one else exists

No one shares your passion


She is your anxious lover

Waiting for the moment

When your fingers run across her

And she makes the sounds

You’ve been aching for

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