Guitar
vivid reveries tweak my heart. slow muse creep into my vena. comfy thrums chute into a twiggy plectrum within bridge curved digit tipped - aura - seeking each word, of enticing music played intimately in heartbeats among the runnels of a tempo stride. everything is tied in melody. this happens to seek freedom of a lone heart chained to past memories, of lost things in abyssal resonant tempers of a cruel world void of love. flames of thick bonfire crepitate, as my voice arouses the smiles of friends cuing past simpler times of childhood friendships grown together, held as if we could hold onto moments of hope, of love, of all dreams deterred. stars fell only as we looked away, but aroused as one proud guitar wrapped a night sky of melodies, liberating by instinct, one chained heart, by touch, by perception . ©toosole