My guitar is my mistress

attractive in her form

a voice to fill with visions

enhancing my senses

pleasing in a way

musician's understand

into depths unfathomed



She is my mistress

caressing her strings

she speaks of love

in lost and lonely dreams

searching in dark bars

part-time paradise

in parked cars

a friend you fall for

imagining a fairy tale

life forever together



She is my mistress

opening doors to

sobering sights unseen

awakened by

intoxicating tunes

from feelings

rarely realized

in our short-sighted lives



She is my mistress

allowing me to hide

behind a bitter wall of blue

where lost love lies

in a done me wrong song

as she sadly weeps in the

whine of the slide or

tremulus notes as

my heart

full of holes

trembles in melodies

of hurt full souls

04/20/2007

Author's Note: And now for those who found the other version too esoteric.

Posted on 04/20/2007
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