Ode To My Guitar

You wait in silence
holding rhythms I long for.
Erect on the stand your ebony body
glistens to entice memory of music.

You sit on my lap -
delicious hours, ripe with forest scent.
Without hurry I learn
as you quiver, where to touch you.

Cradled, arched fingers caress
your mahogany neck
discovering each fret with pleasure.
Inlaid rosewood, warm
like red wine, romances
my heart with your melody.

Deep in the blues
you lighten my burden
with an open G, muddy
like the Mississippi Delta.
I’m moved on the downbeat
emotions swell, resound
from your broad back, flat
against my breast.

Others have retraced
your six strings, expanded
chord shapes into arpeggios;
aroused like a Latin lover
hot syncopation left them breathless.
So forgive my clumsiness
as I resist letting go, your beauty
is hard to put down.

CELESTIAL BODY

WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE?

CAT NAP

RETURN