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. Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
