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Her. The candlelight flickers on her Slick body as it reflects Off of her light brown strings That fall down her slender neck Her mouth is but a black Hole in which the sounds Of her body reverberate And create such lively music. I pick her up and trace Lightly my fingers across The strings and the notes Float around both of us. I close my eyes as the Box in my throat containing My voice opens and lets Free the words of my heart. She and I are in tune as One and others join us To form a crowd of merry listeners As I strum her, my lady, my guitar.
