Guitarist

And yes I’ve picked up fingers

As I bumbled around your body.

And breath was exchanged

In measured heaps.

I held your neck

So as you wouldn’t notice

Lightly I fretted away.

You and my hearts desires

Were intermingled.

I held you closer now

The resonance of ecstasy

Became intense

As I refined my art.

Here every one of my emotions

Played out the tune

As though it was my last of life.

(C) 2018 Christopher Thompson

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Cannock England