Playing

She hums,
            resonating,
            still vibrating,
though it can’t be heard now,
not by us,
but it was there,
alive,
just a short while ago
when sound was tangible,
when fingers
            danced upon her neck –
            pressure
            release
            pressure
            release
            and held
by the stroke of the hand.
Quietly she sits now,
waiting for more,
            patient,
            obedient,
whispering my name;
and soon enough
I shall let her sing,
give voice to her desire
and let her be
what she was meant to be.
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