Day 2 of the challenge from The Poet’s Billow asks that we take on the persona of being the first one to do something. I’ve chosen being the first one ever to play the saxophone. If I could play an instrument this is what I would like to play.
Over six hundred component parts
United in perfection’s art and craft
To this glorious day,
When I am the first one to play
This magnificent piece of satin gold
With tremulous lips, I touch your mouth
For the first time, breathing deep
As I curl my hand around your neck
Determined by the the end of this night
To make you mine.
I close my eyes, purse my lips
And make a few false starts
Then you give me the keys to your heart
Return my kiss with your fire
Rising from bass note, higher and higher
We’re both going places
We’ve never been before
First a vibrato taken to highest pitch
Then a tremolo trilling and thrilling
Every part of you.
The crowd has gone mad
As they rise to their feet
We’ve reached the crescendo,
The ultimate high note
The finest pitch hangs eternally in the air
My fine tenor, I declare my love
You’re the finest instrument sent from above
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