He is not
A typical boyfriend
Brown, reddish
In some places black
In others light tan
Silver strings
The ends wrapped
In threads
Of different colors
Yellow or red
Sometimes with gold wire
Or with green
A gold circular object
Sits on a string
It can be moved
If necessary
But I like it
Where it is now
He sits always
In his favorite place
Between my legs
We are often close
Physically
And always close
Mentally
We touch a lot
In public
And in private
I know him
Intimately
As I know myself
As I know my own body
He is endless
An infinite voice
My expression
In short
He is my cello
