Cellar door, a beautiful blend of sound.
First two syllables hit high and nascent.
The els, ohs, and ours, a lot like a prayer,
romance, language, collective memory.

Cel, la, dore, hits head, tongue, solar plexus,
massages the body from the top down,
through spoken word, thy will be done on earth.
Susurro and jungfrau.  Sphinx and doubloon.

The sss is sibilant, the luh a tease.
Door is the om-like climax, the deep rush.
The D, a light tip of the tongue at first, 
lips then parted, unsure: the end of R.

© Carlos Chagall, 2013