Magic Violin

Sense the smoothness
Of my skin,
Sweet boy,
With a magical
Violin.
You won't need a bow -
It says "pizzicato" above
My clavicle.

Your fingers tingle.
I'm strewing ashes,
Lowering
My trembling lashes
In a silent plea
For a tremolo
On the single
Mi.

I bruise my hip
Fleeing a sin.
Sweet boy, keep
Playing your
Violin.