Passion's playA Poem by DestinyMy pseudo-sestina
I fell in love right away Not with his face per se, but his passion The way he stared at his guitar The way he could make it sing Tickling the neck with skilled fingers Keeping time with its body He controlled the movement of his body Letting only the music fully express his passion It was so hard to look away Watching him stare lovingly at his guitar Responding beautifully to the touch of his fingers And oh how beautifully it could sing When I heard him play I wanted to sing But it would take all the magic away So I swayed to the music, my body Obeying the command of his guitar I closed my eyes and felt his passion Radiate from my ears down through my fingers I let my hair down, pulling it through my fingers The voices of angels called out from his guitar As if for my soul alone they sing The voices resound within my body They chase my consciousness away Leaving in their wake only passion And it was this very passion I loved, more so than his fingers Ticking the neck or tapping the body It was the way he made my spirit sing With the gentle strum of his guitar When I heard him I knew right away I wish there was a way To bottle up all his passion Take it into my own body And heal the damned with the touch of my fingers I could teach the Broken to sing With just the strum of my guitar It was his guitar that made my heart sing His passion that drove the darkness away And his fingers that soothe my broken body
© 2010 DestinyAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on May 7, 2009 Last Updated on December 1, 2010 AuthorDestinyMy SkinAboutI'm 20. A college student. If that doesn't satisfy your curiosity read my poems or ask me. * Current Projects* I'm not really working on anything right now. I have a short story on the back burn.. more..Writing
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