Chris Green Poet Free verse

Sensual Guitar Dreams

Caress my neck softly
Hold my body close to yours
Tempt these sweet chord progressions
Acoustic affection’d freestyle 
Finger my frets with delicate touches
Mother of pearl inlays sweat
Bending vibrating strings
Crank my volume knob high
Sliding capos moan
Play lead in poetic rifts
Soundhole oozes sensual melodies
Gouging pickguard’s scars
Tune me in the key of your love
Strum me hard…

let’s make beautiful music together

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White Wolf November 28, 2016 at 7:04 PM A cool write my friend. I tune into 432 not 440. I find it kinder to the strings and plus you can jam with Jimi and Stevie, Haha. Chris Green November 29, 2016 at 8:37 AM That makes sense to me, not sure I could keep up with either of those two, but not sure many can. Thanks so much Rick.

Charmaine Chircop November 28, 2016 at 5:17 PM That mother of pearl is quite sensual...And so the way the guitar boy plays his guitar..I had a poem once about a latino boy playing his guitar..I dnt know if I deleeted it..If I ll find it I repost..I used to play the guitar once..Now its only there to polish off dust.I could feel the intimacy in this poem Chris. Chris Green November 29, 2016 at 8:36 AM trust me, I am often cleaning the dust from mine. :) Thanks so very much my sweet friend. I am happy you enjoyed my "guitar's point of view" poem. I hope you do find the poem you mention, I would love to read it.

Heidi Sands November 28, 2016 at 3:45 PM Very well done Chris! Deep display of emotion and a musician's love for the guitar and music, yet reaches love for people too. Chris Green November 28, 2016 at 4:32 PM Thanks so much Heidi, just trying to think like my guitar might. :)

Christy Stover November 28, 2016 at 3:34 PM There's an enchanting sensuality about this poem and a deep flow of emotion. Absolutely beautifully, Chris. Music is in the hearts of all lovers. Chris Green November 28, 2016 at 4:32 PM Thanks so much Christy and you are right, music is in the hearts of lovers and every one else who has ears I would think. :) I appreciate your visits my sweet poetic friend.

Jan Allison November 28, 2016 at 3:20 PM oohhh err Chris this is very sensual!!!:-) hugs jan xx Chris Green November 28, 2016 at 3:23 PM Thanks so much Jan, but it was the guitar, not me. :)