I drew her near
Swept her off her feet
I took her in my popeye-like arms
And laid her on a bed of lilies

She looked at me
And the first time too had a look about it
When the tongue is drenched
And the eyes are spring
And the lips are swollen to pout
And a gale blows through
Inside to the out

And I distilled her desire
– She was the violin
Plucked into perfection –
Where one forever was embarked
With the music of strings
Of one magnum opus

And as the bow retreated

Sheet music
Had transformed
To a score………


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