Everytime I hear the melodies
I feel like hearing my infantile
cries in harmony,
piercing my eardrums with a
filigree-tipped spear up to
the base of my floating brain.
It brings back that long ago
when I first started my perpetual
wedlock with it.
filled with dormant dossier
of nostalgia and tenacious enigma,
that has changed my life into oblivion.
all is gone but the echo of
ripples tingling in my mind.
like the swinging of strings,
I want to hold it again,
but this time, forever close to me.
This enchanted piece of wood,
formed in amorously curvaceous proportion,
was made as if to constantly
remind me of the beautiful
creature called woman.
ever changing, ever frustrating,
yet always generous to give
fair chances to those who persist to
seek the price of its elusive charm.
It never failed to make my
veins and arteries vibrate in ecstacy,
drawning my reason to delirium
only to be awakened
by the drops of my saliva.
