Humming (a strange love-dirge)

I dreamt I had a cello
between my knees,
a low thrumming
beneath my fingers,
rolling through my spine.

The song was of trembling touch
on a dark-winged night.
I played by waning moon,
words slipping
from a soft place inside.

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