YouA Poem by LsYou think that soaking your guitar in the sun will warm your music, You sit outside and bask in the heat of your talent You flick the strings like they are six women needing to be kept in
line and You are the one to control them. You never catch me watching your face as it twitches with
concentration. You mutter silent words, your eyes half closed as if You are touching sleep. You moan that the strings are getting soft but we all know You have melted them like You do with so many other things. You have a voice that made me fall in love with You. Sounding like You have left it to dry in the sun where You once propped your guitar. © 2012 Ls |
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