Where My Release Lay As Seen By My Itching Finge..

[Coquette]

rprints.

My fingerprints know it well
Having been sloughed off onto the
Soft brown skin
And rusty bronze buckle many times.

This is where my release lay.
I call him Charlie.
Can Charlie come out and play?

Under the slopes and curve
Of the neck.
Around the dangerous dips.
Created by one who knew
As well as I do
Where my fingers wish to lay.

I can hear it.
Pulsing through the leathery skin
Crying to be freed,
To burst forth under the steady movement
Of my shaking, slender fingers.

The passion of my voice
Many exhalting shouts,
Rests here.

I flick at the restraining
Clasps.
They feel cold under my fingertips.
I lose another part of my identity here.
Another fragment of fingerprint.

I take it into both hands,
And I begin to toy, to play
Eager to hear the sounds I can pull
From such a delicate,
Passionate
Device.

My heart sings once more.
I love my guitar.

C. Sirena Zotz. Mine own, not yours.m