Soliloquy

Tune the delicate strings
and play me,
gently,

in a white dress;

your fingers,
music to the ears,

like a whisper of wind
in the dead of night;
like rain trickling
down a trembling cheek.

Your touch is silk,
like roses;

love,
like glass,
beautiful, but fragile-

oh love!,
toxic
in the wrong hands.

~
~
Day 18 of NaPoMo (a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month)

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