Guitar

A fair head sits upon Her smooth, slender neck;
    Tighter ever do I grasp it,
    Intoxicating to the touch.

Eager fingers hold fast the strings of Her heart;
    Beat out gentle melodies,
    Soothe weary notes.

A familiar pain soon replaces my numbness.

With each move I make,
       each stroke I take,
       each string I wake,
She wails, screams, moans, sings.

We become one, She my voice
                         I Her master.
We become one, She speaks my soul
                         Intense pleasure.

Reviews

a pleasant ode.

it's as if speaking of a lover.

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

Yes i like how you have personified the guitar here..it is so merging that if you didn't mention the title i wouldn't have guessed it.

[loowzerX]

LOVELY

[Snapdragon]

This reminds me of another writer on this site, TIMagination. This is really beatiful. I love how you've given the guitar a personality and how you blend it with your own.

[Samuel Dickens]

I own about twenty of them (guitars) so you're speaking a language I understand.

[Desert Dreamer]

The words of a musician loving the instrument. This is a beautiful poem.

[Gheeneil]

Wow, very creative! The words, the lines were beautifully chosen and crafted. I liked the image weaved in the first stanza. Just wonderful!

[Tiss Proper]

great writing! true to the nature and presence of music...

"She wails, screams, moans, sings."

[Smith So Soon]

One of my favorites of yours so far.