I left a thick-necked
pine- top work horse
for you, though that one,
too, shared my heart beat,
laughed at my hollow
tapping, wrote songs
and knew how to twang
a groove even when I
did not.
You, my
mahogany rosewood
Lovely –
naked companion, you sang
sweetest,
found me
at a bend in the
road, and wouldn’t
let me go.
So, my
sweet fragile shield,
longtime muse, I find
I cannot say
goodbye just yet.
Some bodies are
made for each other,
ringing the room
with their love.
It’s been too long.
I have no words.
We are still a harmony of spheres,
vibrational attunement,
That far off flute-sound
you make when I touch
your strings just so?
Early Morning Poems 