The Cello

The Cello

A Poem by Doug Ordunio

"What a cello might say if it could speak"


When she plays me

Grasping me

Between her legs

Passionate estrus

Inflames my back


When her breath

Caresses my neck

I am stimulated

Beyond belief


When her bow excites me

My voice resounds

Ever rising crescendos

Falling wheeling

Through space


Double stops

A greater thrill

A louder voice


Spiccato, jeté, pizzicato

Her myriad methods of

Engaging us

In musical hedonism


Sometimes her mute

Lulls me

I whisper and murmur



Col legno

Her method of spanking


By the end,

Drops of her sweat

Have drenched me

In a warm

Titillating shower

She dries me gently

With soft cloths


I am centuries old

She is my fifth owner

She makes me feel young again


She will probably die

Before I am gone

My sadness will know no bounds


The memories will remain

Of our ecstatic nights

Bach on her balcony

When she plays me naked

I sing to the heavens

© 2010 Doug Ordunio

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I read this super poem back to front, and it still sends out all the right notes.

Posted 9 Years Ago

music is arousing, the cello above many others, this made me think of how sex and music are part of how our brains evolved, part of our culture of human that is hardwired in the adolescent outpouring of consciousness.

Some lines really delivered for me:

1. Bach on her balcony
2. Her myriad methods of
Engaging us
In musical hedonism

Posted 9 Years Ago

I differ greatly with the review under mine~ but then as she stated it's about personal prefernce~ I for one find nothing sensual or poetic or lyrical in blunt statement of sexual acts which is in effect soft/hard core pornography and as easily rendered as a one night stand~

what you have drawn here is the sensual side of the mystique of two bodies merging and seperating like waves caressing the shore line~ ypur metaphors are smooth notes that effectively relay the beautiful nuances of tender passions~ this i poetic erotica with a spice of the surreal~ beautifully presented~ a graceful and loving offering to the reader~and the use of the cello ~one my favorite instruments is stunning and rapturously redefined~

Posted 9 Years Ago

0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

while I applaud your foray into adult themes, I certainly feel that you spent a lot of time here with supple metaphors. This is only my personal preference that when writing about sex, the direct and factual terms tend to be more effective. So instead of "passionate estrus" I would want to see c**t, with perhaps a creative smattering of adjectives. I believe is was Henry Miller who described the c**t lips of his lover being like wet rose la

Posted 10 Years Ago

I absolutely adored this. I can feel the love for music. The almost sordid love affair between instrument and player makes me smile and look twice at my clarinet. I will have to come back and read this piece again. It has really left me with a sense of happiness and fulfillment.

And thanks for the review. :)

Posted 10 Years Ago

When one makes music, it is similar to making love to the have given a life to the cello.

Posted 10 Years Ago

This is just....beautifully delicious. I loved this piece, right down to the last letter. So sensual, then you remind yourself its about a cello. Then another line pops up, and you're right back to the sensuality. This is wonderful. Very nice work.

Posted 10 Years Ago

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7 Reviews
Added on November 14, 2010
Last Updated on November 16, 2010
Tags: cello, music, sound, lust, passion


Doug Ordunio
Doug Ordunio

Tujunga, CA

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