Violeta
Created | Updated Jul 2, 2006
to my bow
my cello
let
my fingers pluck
notes
nerves your body
thrills to
wired
for music
pivot between
my legs
thrum
as the sweet adagio
unfolds
resonance a
throb
in your belly
nor waver
in the steep glissade
but
die
with me
when the trembling
stops