The Birth

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Crying between rhythmic thighs

Stroked legato, gently

Uninterrupted, long and smooth

Then quickly, sharp, staccato

Pleasurable whines, whimpers

Strung tight, perfect fifths

Passionate fingertips caress neck, glissando

Rising, falling, seamless

Air flows, in and out, of F-holes

Her bow, a perfect touch, taut

Orgasmic vibratos

They’re one.

Muses celebrate in multi-colored frenzies

Symphonic life, birthed

Forcing art forefront

From muse's womb

Creation’s water breaks

One last push

Angelic face free

Umbilical leash cut

A slap

Fortissimo

Life born

Reviews

[George Korolog]

A good use of the musician and birth of ideas and independence. You wove this nicely and I enjoyed all of the musical phrasology that was utilized to make your story come alone. Nice