Missing you from me
I miss you away from me
I miss the feel of your bare neck in my hands
I miss your rhythmic fretting
Your screaming
Your singing
Your feedback
The curves of your body
Your wire
Your strap
Your tension
Your release
Your weight in my hands
Your weight in my lap
Your vibrations - your tremors
Now my hands feel empty
Incomplete
Lonely
I want to finger
I want to pick
I want to tap and hammer
I want to bend you
I want to play you
I want to hear my soul sing out through you
Mistakes and all
Oh guitar
My guitar
How you complete me
raypool
Tue 7th Nov 2017 21:10
Guitars particularly have been the embodiment of emotion for so long that they should come from a womb rather than the workshop. A lovely inspiring piece of writing 220August
Ray