She was a babe in her day
But that day isn’t today
Or even yesterday
Not even 10 years ago
When she was 40
She’s a cougar
A slinky sexy cat on heat
Who looks at me
Like I’m fresh meat
She smiles her perfect smile
But I was only joking
Looking for some fun
She touches my arm
As she tells me of
All the things she likes
That I like too
Then licks her lips as I reply
Holding my eye
I wonder what else
She’d like to hold
Later
Maybe?
She says that a young thing
Like me
Wouldn’t be interested
In an old thing
Like her
And I know she’s fishing
Looking for reassurance
That she’s still got it
Whatever “it” is
That her sparkle
Is still alluring
The older the fiddle
The sweeter the tune
They say
Well they would
When they’re old!
But it’s not easy to get a tune
When one of the strings is broken
The neck is sagging
And her upper bout is loose
At least her lower bout held firm
As I placed my face
upon her chinrest
My fingers plucking pizzicato style
An inch above her bridge
To test if she’s in tune
The first movement
A slow haunting melody
Rising in pitch and tempo
Andante to Appasionato
As she puts her hand on mine
And shows me where to go
The second movement
Arco
Much faster with my bow
Animato y Allegro
Power and passion
Peaking at crescendo
A long final thrust
Sustained
And then released
We played our broken rhapsody
Three times at least that night
Delicate sweet and passionate
Vivaldi would be proud
She slept lying soft against me
And I held her in the dark
Her scent filling my senses
As I wondered
When I would see her again?
