VIVALDI FREAKA Poem by Terry CollettA CELLO PLAYER AND HER ADMIRER.And apart from her Beauty and her other Charms, she is a wild Vivaldi freak, especially The Cello Concertos. And when she plays, The ear of the listener Closes out all other Sounds, to concentrate All attention upon the Sounds emitting from The instrument she so Engagingly plays. All Her emotions, deep down Feelings, all her joys and Sadness, are sublimated By her fingers, hands And the instrument, into Sounds that can pierce The ear and heart of even The most casual of listeners. And it seems at times as Though this isn’t a matter Of player and instrument, But that of fond lovers. She entwines her fingers So that the cello becomes More than cello, becomes Her secret lover, enraptured Within her fingers and thighs. And sitting there listening You said, Oh that I was that Cello that I might lay between Those thighs and be lovingly Touched by those soft and Sensitive hands and fingers. © 2010 Terry Collett |
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Added on June 30, 2010 Last Updated on June 30, 2010 AuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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