Violin player via google.com
Painted everlasting winters -
Floral patterns etched in ice;
A frozen tear to
Soften up the bastard bones.
Bow made love to needy string
In cooing fling - wanton whispers
Fondled under pianissimos,
Caressing callous hearts.
Melodrama swayed in satin sound -
Yet the player wasn't there,
Only creamy song - soothing, yearning,
Teasing bitter minds.
I sensed her persevering loneliness
For beauty of an evening,
Romance of a tune - laughing,
Sobbing at the fire.
Then a climax -
Writhing passion cutting deep -
Wounding macho flesh;
And all in a work of musical art:
Ephemeral stories, yarned of music
Honed impossibly through her tones.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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