seized by this electric fever strumming my blue PRS guitar holding her hand-carved body lights this languid soul afire blindly following her appealing call as a note from afar like the twilight and the evening bell, as the ship has crossed the bar whenever I am sad and lonely her song will then inspire and the ashes of my selfish soul are lost to my blue PRS guitar her rousing riffs and melodies on occasion quite bizarre she secures me in her song ‘goin’ take you (even) higher’ I heed her tuneful call to me not allowing me to retire excitement as she guides my hands to chords of her desire arousing from her inhibitions as the notes fill the pyre I possess a fervent passion for playing my blue PRS guitar

12/16/2006