a little poetry*

 

Flute and Guitar Duo

 

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Satin rustles on her arm

his string vibrates a reply

to begin the winter night’s music.

Plumbing secrets of sound

with a love of clarity not linear

but indecent, more like embraces —

her gold flute, his gentle wrist

birth maelstroms,

that chord frankly in the body,

this note captive of her curls,

with always the applause of death

— shivers among sirens —

lending urgency to breath and hand,

their passion melts the air,

and brings to the surface, mi amor,

every ship ever wrecked

on the dancing waves.

 

 

* from Unpacking the China, QuillsEdge Press 2106

https://quillsedgepress.org/2016/11/30/now-in-print-unpacking-the-china/