He plays the guitar like a devil on heat,
listens to the notes licking at his feet,
she sings her songs like an angel tempting fate,
passion is stirring pressing at Heaven’s gate.
He sees her shimmering in the shadows of his thoughts
like a dream tapping on the window of midnight haunts,
sees a thousand kisses dancing in her eyes,
be enough to taste just one of those desires.
He suspends in silence as a sigh leaves her lips
fluttering a hovering moment upon his flushed cheeks,
her humming warmth caresses now surrendering skin,
feels a flood of blood igniting sleeping cells within.
Tumbling, rumbling molecules of disquiet
now massaged to glide in the slip stream of flight,
her come hither smile with curled up tease,
snuggles in the blanket of embracing ease.
The few words engraved upon his tongue
now leave with her kiss with the rising sun,
alone he sits in memory’s licks
dripping bleeding dreams from his fingertips.
He plays the guitar like a man with no words,
can’t quite compose the music he just heard,
just six steel strings to slide his blues along
hoping the lyrics will return to his incomplete song.