Music

I can't tell you how many songs
I write when I touch your cheek,
or about the violin orchestration I hear
when I run my fingers through your hair,
or how endlessly I try to transcribe
your beauty onto the fretboard of my guitar,
because there are too many promises
hidden beneath the texture of these words.

I shouldn't tell you this either:

    I play my fingers into crusty callouses because
    I've been trying to touch your face within the notes
    of some beautiful melody, searching for the scale
    that describes the curves of your figure but,
    I only seem to find my loneliness and longing.

So I've begun to teach myself how to caress
my guitar in the same way I'd touch you,
filling myself with the music of your body.

Sometimes I think about my stony
fingertips and the delicate whisper they make
gliding against your skin.

Reviews

[Water_the_Sun]

ILOVETHISPIECE!!!

Its beautiful, to say the least, in a tragic way.

The way you describe this unrequited love is heartbreaking, bittersweet, but leanign towards bitter moreso id say...

Every line is wonderful and your imagery is amazing,

Id have to say the last verse is deff. my fave....

[Alicante lullaby]

this was lovely...

[Emily B]

oh, this is nice!

love sings the best songs

[abejoyal]

Nice piece of prose you have going here. It flows well, and speaks for itself.

[Toni Prehoda Kahler]

I love the "I can't tell you" and then the telling, the "I shouldn't tell you this either:" and then the secret revealed -- the restrained intimacy intensifies the strength of your feelings/longings.
That your fingers are "crusty callouses" trying to find her in all her beauty, leads me to love the final verse even more, with its deeper, wider repetition, and expansion, "..my stony fingertips and the delicate whisper they make..."
What beautiful contrast in this sensual piece!