Guitar – (poem)
Monday, November 26th, 2007
1st draft 26-11-07
Guitar
by K.
please forgive me.
these clumsy attempts at love
are not at all what i wanted
going in.
these naive fingers-
awkward as adolescents
rushing in, furtive, fumbling
too slow, too fast
all wrong
do you know how
much i want to make you
cry out? how i need
you to bend to me?
in dreams i close my eyes
and cradle you, my fingers
skim your contours, read
you like braille – sound the one
note where you buried
your heart.
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