We’ve been together for years
Yet I hold her so close
As though each time
May be the last time
She’s in within my grasp
My calloused fingers
Stroke her neck
Run up her curves
Down her contours
As she lays across me
Ever my lover
She has in turns
Destroyed my heart
And saved my soul
She knows I am hers
Not my woman
With each caress
She wails and moans
At my command
Dark night or bright day
I share her always
Yet the moment I touch her
It is just she and I
On stage alone
In tuned only to each other
A man and his guitar
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Raivenne-lations 
A Very captivating poem…I love the comparism you used…I hope to be able to write as easily and beautifully as you do.
Thanks!
incredible imagery- truly enjoyed this
Thank you, BaronessAnnie
she may break a string, but not your heart !!
The loveliest piece I read today…beautiful – made me happy and warm…..well done…
So separated.. so lost in college.. but there is
a friend.. that i too.. with tool
of human
completes
me as
human too..
my piano.. the
seat of my
friendless
life of emotions
then.. a tool
of heArt
wHere
emotions
and friends
now sing with
me.. i no longer
play.. the keys
are now in
dancing
feet..
wITh
words
then
and
now
of LOVE..:)
Your comparison works so well and I love the twist at the end!
Captivating and interesting. When you spoke of stroking with calloused fingers, I immediately thought back to a long gone lover who lived to play his guitar.