to feel her cool fingers on his spine,
for her to draw her bow across his strings.
He waited to sigh in ecstacy
under her gentle caress.
Today was no different.
As she approached, he felt his
metronome begin to tick faster.
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Notes: The prompt for this one was to write a poem using metronome... it turned out to be harder than I thought it would be.
Hi Michelle - how much we are like some of the good instruments! And how their best rhythms beat like our own hearts. Nicely written poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you, JDM. I'm sorry it took me so long to get back to you: I've been consumed with other things lately, but I'm glad that you enjoyed it.
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