I wish you were sitting next to me right now
your guitar would be in your lap and you would be strumming the perfect notes to settle my whirlwind of thoughts
my eyes would close and i would slip into the darkness

she has played many instruments in her lifetime
first was piano
then the viol
then viola
then cello

then guitar

guitar was eye opening

each string was a strong reassurance
every chord was a kiss on the cheek

guitar was the quiet embrace

of two long lost friends

finally finding each other again

Strum me like a string with the coarse tune of your laughter,
embrace me like the quill that you use to write with a paper.
as I lie awake; reminiscing the times we've had together,
a ticking time slowly pacing from one way to another;
a kiss from the wind; leaving one's heart lost in constant blunder.

I’ve been thinking of living like a fire,
crawling at my boots for fields, thirsty,
soothing guitar’s enamel of blood and memories,
life taking yet passion agent for our breaths and eyes to stay.
Life taking for those who live with roots all day.
Life taking for those who fairly clasp their prey.

I’ve been thinking of living like a fire,
a candle offspring of a dangerous meditation,
Rocks rumbling into coffin forests,
and an academic scorched sight that will endure only
in cigarette poems‘ claim.

A string.

She plays guitar
**** well
Everytime she is disturbed
by the world or her own thoughts
She strums
Her original songs
She says  I am a man of few words
Yes I am
But I always conversed
With her through poems
Words are meaningless
If they don't have
a Rhythm
Which she tries to find
Everytime she is disturbed
by the world or her own thoughts....

Fingers of fire
Flaming desire
Flirting with strings
Melted angel wings
Acoustic profanity
Electric insanity
Liquid bricks in your heart
Tearing you apart
A nuclear star
Now that is the sound of a proper guitar!