My Other Lover

as I wait for her return I'm filled with the blues to my comfort my other lover is near I reach to her she is in my hands my left hand makes shapes while my right tickles and strokes her she screams speaking in tones moaning in bass screaming with highs it seems she whispers my name we've reached an emotional HIGH better than mushrooms or ecstasy she soothes my soul we frolic playfully my burdens have slipped away bless the day she came into my life sometimes the one I wait for gets jealous of her saying I spend to much time with her she is just paranoid making faces hiding behind smiles and pulling strings afraid she'll lose me I know what's under her pale white skin in days past when it suited her need me and the one cradled in my arms were playing and singing in those bars her and I rocked the house playing sweet melodies putting our sorrows into the blues that was then this is now the agenda has changed but my love can not for I will always be near to her because she gives me solice taking me where no one or nothing can touch me that what my other lover the guitar does for me