Cellophane
she wakes as a cello
in the morning not
high strung but
mellowly tuned
i run one of
my fingers
feeling her
f hole as
the air makes
her shapely
boxed body
quiver in
sound and
breath as
she breathes
vibrating strings
just plucked
slightly an open
g seizes the beat
of my heart as
it ceases to be
modulating to c
as i tightly wrap
her for a trip
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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