Guitar


Please read the amazing poetry by a talented writer.

labyrinths and mirrors

Fingers dance,

like feathered angels

upon the ghost of a tree;

the warm spirit of wood.

Taut nylon,

vibrating dreams

reverberate,

elongate.

A tender supple body,

like a woman,

like the curve of a woman

filled with voluptuous desire.

I touch her lightly,

I curl my fingers

about her Venusian body;

she trembles,

she breathes.

She sings enflamed passions

to fall like burning embers.

The once still night,

an eloquent pause;

the whisper of magnolia song.

January 31st 2001


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