connor's guitar

January 13, 2011

connor’s guitar

we’re sitting on the couch, casual, until

            he glances over, a small smile playing on his mouth.

he picks me up gently, makes my six strings

            yawn and stretch into their comfortable E, B, G, D, A, E. 

a soft strum; a shiver runs down my neck;

            I hum along. 

his right hand keeps rhythm as his left moves

            and moves and moves into a strident D major,

the dominant A, and then my favorite,

            the warm, leading C#, thrumming through me.

he deviates, and his fingers pick up speed;

            a quick pentatonic scale.

the last low note lingers; he takes his thumb, traces

down the subtle inlays on the side of my slender neck,

past the frets he knows so well, across

each one of my ribs, until he holds the entire

curvature of my hollow body; I feel as though

I could fall asleep here, in his arms.