Her. Poem by Nova Caine

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.