The mixing of the sensual intensity of playing music with the sensual intensity of having sex - captured in this Russell Edson prose poem:
AFTER THE CONCERT
After the concert the cellist takes his cello home and gets into bed with it.
He knows if his fellow musicians knew what he did at night with a cello old enough to be his great-grandmother, they'd report him to the Humane Society.
But they don't know, he thinks as he falls asleep, his face buried in the cello's ancient bosom . . .
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