The Cello

"What a cello might say if it could speak"

When she plays me

Grasping me

Between her legs

Passionate estrus

Inflames my back

 

When her breath

Caresses my neck

I am stimulated

Beyond belief

 

When her bow excites me

My voice resounds

Ever rising crescendos

Falling wheeling

Through space

 

Double stops

A greater thrill

A louder voice

 

Spiccato, jeté, pizzicato

Her myriad methods of

Engaging us

In musical hedonism

 

Sometimes her mute

Lulls me

I whisper and murmur

Privately

 

Col legno

Her method of spanking

 

By the end,

Drops of her sweat

Have drenched me

In a warm

Titillating shower

She dries me gently

With soft cloths

 

I am centuries old

She is my fifth owner

She makes me feel young again

 

She will probably die

Before I am gone

My sadness will know no bounds

 

The memories will remain

Of our ecstatic nights

Bach on her balcony

When she plays me naked

I sing to the heavens

Reviews

[Hotwater]

I read this super poem back to front, and it still sends out all the right notes.
*bird*

[Seshat Nidaba]

music is arousing, the cello above many others, this made me think of how sex and music are part of how our brains evolved, part of our culture of human that is hardwired in the adolescent outpouring of consciousness.

Some lines really delivered for me:


1. Bach on her balcony
2. Her myriad methods of
Engaging us
In musical hedonism

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

I differ greatly with the review under mine~ but then as she stated it's about personal prefernce~ I for one find nothing sensual or poetic or lyrical in blunt statement of sexual acts which is in effect soft/hard core pornography and as easily rendered as a one night stand~

what you have drawn here is the sensual side of the mystique of two bodies merging and seperating like waves caressing the shore line~ ypur metaphors are smooth notes that effectively relay the beautiful nuances of tender passions~ this i poetic erotica with a spice of the surreal~ beautifully presented~ a graceful and loving offering to the reader~and the use of the cello ~one my favorite instruments is stunning and rapturously redefined~

[Ms. Gruye]

while I applaud your foray into adult themes, I certainly feel that you spent a lot of time here with supple metaphors. This is only my personal preference that when writing about sex, the direct and factual terms tend to be more effective. So instead of "passionate estrus" I would want to see c**t, with perhaps a creative smattering of adjectives. I believe is was Henry Miller who described the c**t lips of his lover being like wet rose petals....viva la

I absolutely adored this. I can feel the love for music. The almost sordid love affair between instrument and player makes me smile and look twice at my clarinet. I will have to come back and read this piece again. It has really left me with a sense of happiness and fulfillment.

And thanks for the review. :)

[Desert Dreamer]

When one makes music, it is similar to making love to the instrument...you have given a life to the cello.

[c.m.]

This is just....beautifully delicious. I loved this piece, right down to the last letter. So sensual, then you remind yourself its about a cello. Then another line pops up, and you're right back to the sensuality. This is wonderful. Very nice work.