She, the voluptuous one
With the violin lips
Satin mocha arms.
And he, the ardent one
Six-stringed and
Witty to boot.
And her, the silent one
The one paraded, coveted
By the rich, the old, the infirm
The newlywed’s gift
The dream of man
The promise of immortality
She sang through her eyes
And we listened
Intently
For a hint at that secret
Her clarinet shoulders
Cooed and babbled
And we took it as god’s grace.
She’s awake again.
It’s your turn.
No, it’s yours.
No, I took her last night.
You’re mistaken. That was me.
No, it wasn’t.
Please, I’m so tired.
But I worked all day.
And I didn’t?
You slaved.
Yes, I did.
I bore her.
Yes, you did.
Let’s go together.
Are you sure? No. I’ll go.
No, let it be me.
If you’re certain.
I am.
I want to.
For you.
Get some sleep.
I’ve got this.
You rest.
I’m going.
ARPAGGIO!
My darling, I am so sorry.
We need you.
I know.