I tap lightly on your ribs.
Guitar, not xylophone,
you laugh my gaucherie away
forcing my talons out and in and down
to draw five irregular strings
across belly,
dripping.
A five string’ed one?
I ask in wonder
as my teeth start plucking the strings
and your gaping mouth reverberates through all possible octaves
from whisper
to scream.
Quindicesima?
I suggest you sally forth
beyond hearing limit
watching the impregnated sun crack
before glowing coal scraps
enchase
our shared loins.
The ten contorted strings down my back
evident
only once I desert the linen
and the awning
of your body.
In a list
A contest entry
- finger music: strings by Nicolette.
1050 points, ended February 25, 2008, 12 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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You know how to make the guitar come alive, Joe! I like the sensuality of this piece, a feature that I've come to admire about your poetry... Some delicious plucking and playing here...wonderful metaphorical display of penmanship. I think you said it best yourself, my friend ..."through all possible octaves from whisper to scream" - yes!!
Thank you for letting us share in this duet!
~ Nicolette
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i like the sensuality of this write, its metaphoric reach.
also brings to mind that i have been on stage a few times, broke a string, and had to finish a song with five. the snap of a string causes instantaneous realignment of awareness. lol
good work here
thanks for creating this for us
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"The ten contorted strings down my back
evident
only once I desert the linen
and the awning
of your body."
Yeee~ouch...
Glorious, ravenous, visceral & beyond any sort of comment that would do it justice. 
So I shall only say...Good luck in Nic & Guy's contest, my Friend. The more I read, the more I think my courage is lagging & lacking. 
Wanda
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I hope this time your poetry will not vanished like my applauses from another comment. Because of that I will applaud this one again.
~Sonja~
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