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My Guitar Doesn't Weep Gently

My guitar is staring at me
pleading to be touched the right way.
I can almost hear the perfect chords
I would play if only I could pick it up.
The E string needs to be tuned,
The A string needs to be replaced,
The D... well, D’s always had a tough character,
and the G of course needs to be picked
ever so lightly, till it sings in ecstasy.
 
It weeps silently, my guitar does.
I sometimes hit it with the vacuum cleaner
and it just lets out an angry buzz.
 
It hisses at me sometimes
begging for a playful strum.
“I want to play you, I want to pick you So well” I tell it.
I’m not sure she appreciates the language.
 
She’s not one to care for words though,
she just wants to exercise her strings.
It’s all she lives for.
 
I stare at my guitar and beg it to be kind to me.
Once in my hands, we make sweet love together.
And I can’t stop. I go for seconds and thirds,
until my fingers bleed.
 
And why then is it so hard for me to embrace her curves
once I get my fingers off them.
It takes months to notice her again.
I get my fix, and leave her to collect dust
until I happen to need her again.
She stands there silently weeping,
quite dignified and waits to be handled
and made love to.
She’s the kind of woman that can make your world rock
if only you know how to finger her right.
And I don’t believe I am yet a master of that sacred process
thus I leave her quite unsatisfied.
“I’m NOT finished” she yells sometimes, when I try to put her down.
Having gotten my fix already,
slowly and carefully I move away
so she won’t get too mad
at my inability to make her climax.
Boy I’m so far from that mastery.
 
She is a woman I’m not worthy of,
mostly because I don’t practice her.
I don’t explore her enough
I haven’t learned her nooks and crannies.
No wonder her strings are raging
when I pick them up.
 
But could it be, that she reminds me of me.
And of him.
And of the failure our love triangle has reached.
 
Well so be it.
My guitar needs me sometimes.
I rarely need my guitar.
He craves his guitar like food.
He needs  me to play his guitar,
He wanted me to play His tune,
and I refused to and so it all ended.
 
The End

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