Eros

I remember when I met her.

She was quiet.

Once we became acquainted, she sang for me.

I fell in love.

 

She never leaves my side.

My hands can play such

a lovely tune on her body.

My fingers tap lightly

across her features,

dancing rhythmically in

an uncompromising time signature.

 

Together we become one.

My thoughts and emotions

are expressed through her voice.

Every moan, every scream,

scaling upward to ecstasy.

We've been with each other for so long.

I don't even know her name.

She is my instrument of emotion.

Purely sexual; equally depressing.

Unequivocally truthful.

 

When will I ever find a love

as loyal as my guitar?