Strung Up
An across the room poem
Glancing your way for the tenth time during this rehearsal,
I wish I was your cello,
Nestled between your legs.
How beautiful our music would be together!
*
Drat, I've lost my count again.
I hope the first flautist knows when to come in.
Oh well - more time to study you.
*
You perform with passion,
Your body swaying with the flow of the phrases.
When you know a passage by heart
And really feel it, you close your eyes.
I wish I could deliver such ecstasy to you.
I imagine our love-making peaking at a crescendo,
You singing my name...
*
Oops, I missed a measure.
Good thing the conductor is focused on the violins.
Best to avoid more mistakes.
*
I put extra labor into my playing,
Hoping you will hear my efforts
And know they are for you.
Do you ever glance my way when I am focused
and you're counting rests?
Do you fantasize about what a great love
We could share?
I certainly have...
Since I first saw you carrying your cello
Into the rehearsal hall.
*
Another long rest.
You catch me staring.
This time, I sheepishly grin rather than looking away.
Was that a wink?
Be still my racing heart!
I see the gesture as an invitation.
I will force myself to be brave and ask your name.
Please,
Share with me the depth of love you invest in your music.
About the Creator
Julie Lacksonen
Julie has been a music teacher at a public school in Arizona since 1987. She enjoys writing, reading, walking, swimming, and spending time with family.
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