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Your guitar
your guitar sings a waiata
across the waters
hands that gently strokes
so want to feel your beat
your song of hope
I listen to hear
to yearn to kiss
your lips, your words
my body turns to writhe
in harmony
to breathe your breath
to hum your tune
across the waters
hands that gently strokes
so want to feel your beat
your song of hope
I listen to hear
to yearn to kiss
your lips, your words
my body turns to writhe
in harmony
to breathe your breath
to hum your tune
Published 6th Jan 2013
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Anonymous
6th Jan 2013 8:46pm
Lovely rhythm to this piece. I particularly like the last stanza. Very nicely done! :)
Carlene
Carlene
Thank you for your kind comment Carlene.
This was one of those lovely little snippets of poetry that gets scribbled on the back of an electricity bill in a moment of rushing passion and muse attunement. I do love those moments ;-)
This was one of those lovely little snippets of poetry that gets scribbled on the back of an electricity bill in a moment of rushing passion and muse attunement. I do love those moments ;-)
