Guitar
Please read the amazing poetry by a talented writer.
Fingers dance,
like feathered angels
upon the ghost of a tree;
the warm spirit of wood.
Taut nylon,
vibrating dreams
reverberate,
elongate.
A tender supple body,
like a woman,
like the curve of a woman
filled with voluptuous desire.
I touch her lightly,
I curl my fingers
about her Venusian body;
she trembles,
she breathes.
She sings enflamed passions
to fall like burning embers.
The once still night,
an eloquent pause;
the whisper of magnolia song.
January 31st 2001