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I Yearn For Him To Strum My Chords
I am to him a Stradivarius, a treasured violin His bow expertly caresses my supple strings My body moans when tucked beneath his chin Revving to his rhythmic pulse, my heart sings I am the delicate ivory he strokes on his keyboard his adventurous fingers roam over me in staccato Those romantic interludes he's adeptly scored accompanies intimacy to the point of crescendo I am the mouthpiece on his golden saxophone Our blues brings about passion and lustful desire From a distance I hear the pitch of a lone trombone Emotions build with the heat of a roaring wildfire Across the well worn bridge of his idle acoustic guitar I yearn for the virtuoso's touch to strum my chords But there's no harmony, although we've come so far No gliding glissandos found at the tips of drawn swords Now he plays mournful melodies on a native Hopi flute Reflecting our lives in every wistful and somber note We're both lost, wandering like phantoms in pursuit of lost love. We're adrift without oars or sail for our boat With each wave a tear falls as I lay sheltered in the bow He sits astern listening to music whistled by the wind staring at the far horizon with worry etched on his brow Is this, I wonder, punishment for those who have sinned
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