desire in minor key

if only i were strings on your guitar,
to be touched and teased
till tremendous tremolo echoed
in these hollowing bones

fretting for your affectionate fingers to thrum
percussion gently along this rough curvature
my unvarnished body, natural concavities
resonating the rhythm of your sweet phalangeal beats

the heat, in each of your lovely palms, washing over me -
bending me, until i sing into the void
an anthem only yours
give me a voice

pluck calloused, never callously,
the notes growing slowly outward
from this sonorous garden,
my musical soul
sighs a song for you

each note hung, neatly strung, and laced
through my being -
would you find them all for me?
could you release each one,
with the delicate strums from your easy hands?

arpeggiate me amorously
away into the evening
until my frame is fully known
and the very molecules in me hum

as those caressed in your guitar
gently balanced upon your knee
the strings of which you touch and tease
and strum the love
to me