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Instrument

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My arms around you

One at your body

The other curled

Around your neck

My fingers

Strumming

Plucking

Slapping

Oh the music

I draw from your

Beauty

Pressing my fingers

To choke off the

Notes

To know the scales

And chords

To build callus against

The sharp edges

Control you

Over and over

Until your song begins

All down your body

Called into the air

With my primal attention

You an instrument

Object

Vessel for the untamed

Force of my

Will

 

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