The Vibrato Witch

She is small.
She holds the kernel
at the very center
of the golden
trembling call
whose slightly
smoky radiance

sometimes befalls
a lucky violin
or set of vocal cords:
fleetingly affords
a touch of blushing
viscerally shocking
vibrancy which

stokes, evokes
the softest
ecstasy the human
ear can bear.
Today she dropped
a bit of it into
my care: let it brush

my cup of left hand
on the violin –
even dropped
a dollop of its
volupté into my
throat, for song.
It didn’t last for long.

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