Violincello

She lies warmly wrapped
Among smooth, sinuous arms
the smell of salty skin
an embracing fog

silken threads of melody twine
through silvered hair
shivering harmony in a rustle
along her neck and down her spine

to where the braid falls
at the small of her back.

~LD

Note: writing + music + art + rain

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