it's just an innocent mushroom
in a little maroon box,
that plays an ethereal tune
when open.
it will do no harm;
won't even taste it.
but there are those aftercolours
that seep so deep
into the surrounding landscape.
and you feel it near invisible places.

don't fret,
the guitar can't sing on its own...
but how i long to play
the notes
and slide my fingers
between strings and songs.

piano keys
taunting me...

as i pirouette
across sand dunes
every blink i take
i see another instrument
asking me to create a tune...

and it all scales down
to sensuality...

03/01/2002

Posted on 03/01/2002
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