The Beautiful, Brown wooden Beast sits
On point, with it's glory shimmering between my
Thighs. It's mellow sounds Splits
My soul into four:
Calm, yet full of ominous undertones.
Gracious. Oh how wonderful to be set free.
Delicate when carrying more than a Violin could.
Ambivalent in it's majors and minors and modulations.
The Beautiful, Brown wooden Beast sits
On point, with it's glory shimmering between my
Thighs. It's vibrations providing the blitz
Of the minim's War:
Clean crisp notes shooting us down.
Gallant swords bowing away in fury.
Devious manuscripts of technique.
Agile plucking of one life to the next.
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Comments2
Well written and expressed
Beautiful write of a wonderful mellow sounding instrument.
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