Taut


“In the house of lovers, music never stops.”
— Rumi


Lindsey Stirling — violinist & modern dancer

 

Enchanted — I’m drawn to linger
to watch your magic fingers
dancing your taut strings
they resonate my soul

your bow glides
your eyes close
your hips roll

you float sensually ‘cross the floor
on wings, my passion soars
my hungry spirit longs for more

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ridley lawrence tieke a/k/a rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: dVerse

Creative writing at: Poets & Storytellers

 

 

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