Concerto érotique
by Brigit Erineyes
Wednesday, April 10, 2002
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Might I play that note
That sonorous one
You know the one
that belongs to me
stimulating sonata
from the inseams of your heat
grasping that clasp with honed talent
unzipping your case with my smile
humming my breath, tuning concentration
across tight strings coming alive
sitting wide legged, intently
inviting your body like a cellist
tempering the woodwind of your soul
with nimble brass fingers, zealous
I can almost hear it now, my anticipation
grows..in strong percussion beats
lifting, full cry within me, resonating
©April 2002
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