Violin

for MT

by oosh@gmx.net

November 2000


Tree-woman, in split of bough
Slender arc, sinew, flame-red
Glowing coal, stronger than steel,
Sprung tense, taut-haired for havoc.

And for you I lie, outstretched,
Carved in glowing, lustrous curves;
Mournful eyes reveal my void -
Echo-chamber, womb of song.

Cut from wood and cut from wood,
As I feel your hair caress
My tight-strung entrails, I thrill,
Blaze in boundless melody.
