Scheme

I was in love with him and the dream that I built of him all at once.

The hum of the fan twisting above us,
And the light that seemed to spotlight the moment,
While callused fingers worked over the strings of your guitar,
Playing a game of “name that tune” with me,
I reach my fingers up stroking over the e-string,
Attempting to throw your thrumming askew,
And still against my feeble attempts, you continue.

I work my head into your lap demanding recognition
but your eyes stare at your left hand,
Working the frets like a painter’s brush does a canvas.
Guiding over each note with precision,
I poke at you insisting on attention, you smirk,
But don’t yield to my petitions.
So I try again, reaching up to flick my fingers over the strings
And you stop, and I think that I may possibly have won this time
Except, you pluck a few cords more and fade back into your world.

And so I lay there, humming a song in my head,
Inhaling the scent of your cologne, and the
Magic that you are creating with strings and fingers
I shiver from the cold air, spinning around the room
And plot new ways to deviate you, from
Your stoned-by-music ways.

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Beautiful expressions.