Orgasm

Photograph: Cass L. Rinsler, Follow on Instagram: @castlerinsler

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you entered the music hall at a quarter past 8

you seated yourself in a crimson velvet chair

many had been here but very few left leaving their souls inside

your eyes gently fluttered shut and Madam Butterfly engulfed the mask of your makeup 

and with that first breath of sensory contact

Puccini pierced your ears

almost inaudibly at first

but it made the hairs on your neck stand

with the anatomy of your mouth and hands

suddenly you were the grand maestro of  this symphonic serenade in F#

you watched the body hairpin before your eyes

like a bell curve of bones

the most beautiful thing you’d ever created 

with a tantalizing glissando

all color and sound left the room

white light fugue

is this dying or feeling alive?

your eyes fluttered open

to find her’s still shut

she waited for the standing ovation to exit her being

with one single breath

fin

-Orgasm