Your Spanish Guitar
By La Belle Rouge

(Your heart fiery with its long red rays
-Pablo Neruda)

Your heart fiery with its long red rays,
guitar held reverently on your lap.
Your hot lips caress my slender neck.
Artistic fingers form my chords.
Attuned ears familiar with the sounds
produced from the touch of each string.

You play me like a master, an artist
and sing along with my haunting melody.
Intense vibrations you coax from my core
and sometimes we dance a samba
or the paso doble when you are my
proud and agile,invincible matador.

You play me until it seems that
all of nature is quiet,listening silently
to the magnificence of our music
and when you play a tango
my heart sounds a crescendo of love
for the one who knows every smooth curve.


©9/22/2005 La Belle Rouge

“Poetry, Soul Whispers”