Poetry: Violin Redux

[Apsara]

Violin Redux

My head falls to the left
and seeks the warmth
of my own shoulder
the splendid weight is cradled there
and the person whose shoulder I share
knows me
better than anyone.

For we have travelled as one
though we insisted we were separate
hell bent on one another’s eradication
but couldn’t live without the other
despising our mutual need
and eschewing necessity
praying for the other to die
but living on day to day
everyday....
until it became clear
that we were meant for one another
and surrendered to the other’s existence
real or imagined...mattered not
and we embraced one another
like tip of forefinger
and cusp of the thumb
do, when the energy is right.

My head falls to the left
and when it rests there
I hear a violin
and feel the way one sounds
when Perlman points his bow at my heart
and Vivaldi speaks
of another splendid year
that we will spend together.