The Cello and the Girl

The cello is between her legs, skirt hiked up legs ungracefully spread. sexually inviting. The cello drums her Thrums her darkness Into blind angels The cellos voice is her voice Her body sings through it Or is the cello making love to her, making her body sing into its hollow mouth? I am mesmerized by her closed eyes behind those eyelids the music runs naked. The bow and her hands weave moon drenched emotions The bow is low it nudges my body sideways into a place where souls go to weep and rejoice in the same instant; there is no name for that place, it is somewhere inside the cello where her soul sings.