My Ibanez
 
Ibanez twirling pearl is your name, shining and glimmering in the shaded light


Your grainy smooth skin clouded with the memory of my fingers groping your body... marred with finger prints like markings of a child's messy finger art..


Strings have dulled from gold to brown ... rust...the salt from my passion silenced ... dull.... abandoned.   


The hunger...
the fear...

and the joy of our communion...........frustrated by perfection and compressed depression... 


stop calling me now... it cripples my heart like the tight squeeze of a boa constrictor around the frantic body of a jack rabbit... 


I am here... I am here... 

I never leave you nor forsake you I am here... waiting... silent in the corner. I have never left the place where you carefully set me... I am faithful to you.. through and through... I cannot leave you, it is impossible. I await your touch


Come commune with me for I am nothing without you and you are less without me... commune in harmony... let us become one...