Rest her there upon your open thigh
ply her strings with padded deft
supple touch
arousing denim's envy--
make your music like your love
smooth and deep and free
with your guitar
And when exhilaration cries out on the wind
lean back
prop your feet upon the strains
let the movement massage her balm
into a tired soul, then rest
with your guitar
In a list
A contest entry
- all you leave behind ~ are songs of you by AutumnGypsy.
700 points, ended July 6, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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This is so very beautiful, you captured the metaphors so seemlessly in this piece, well done, I want to know this kind of music. Best to you in the contest
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Lovely...so many parts that weave together to make something like music, how music makes us feel...PK
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this is beautiful... a soul blown through with wind and the music is soothing, lingering and lovely.
~ Nicolette
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Wonderful, ambiguous, good length. flowing and meaningful. good luck in the contest
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Absolutely gorgeous, Scribe. 
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What a beautiful, hand made poem.
Your skin-tight metaphor demands musicality and you can dance to this poem - I tried it - flamenco, I think.
"prop your feet on the strains" feels like the pivot point, the place you lift a corner of the card and give us a peek.
When I put my gender wincing aside I am excited by this because I'm pretty sure it hasn't been written before.
Yeah, Windsong. More, please.
Ohhhhh ... just noticed that this is a contest entry.
Good luck with that.
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Ah, if more men saw their women as more than just objects to be used and put aside until the next time they were needed. If they only saw the beauty in their interplay.
But how important is it really to women? Forget I asked, I'd be starting down a slope that would take me places I don't want to return to...bad memories. I'd rather think about the good ones that I have now and thoughts on seeing her not as only an instrument but as so much more.
As usual it is a lovely poem.
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Oh wow this is truly beautiful. You wrod usagr is stunning and I find different ways to interpret this.
You are so talented
Best wishes with this
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Good to read the write of wind in bug of shimmered thought to feather,
her breezy blush of limb and wing
enought to make a horse boy sing
when morning yawns in greeting inspiration.
You are a great poet -
this is beautiful, replete!
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