Written by: Oratile Ndimande
I fret not knowing when I’ll hear more than just a recording of you
I can’t wait to be with you again, my love.
To be within your sweet buzzing;
To hear the lovely melody that is your voice;
To feel the lovely music that is our conversations.
I fret wondering why I didn’t think to just try and take you with me
I can’t wait to see you again, my love.
To open the door,
And find you impatiently waiting to be close to me.
Waiting to string me into a long-missed conversation
I no longer fret when I’m hanging by the strings of your love
A touch, an embrace
A tearful, prolonged kiss
A hand on a zip, pulling down
An uncovering,
A reuniting, you and I
A handle on your beautiful curves
Fingertips sliding, feeling.
A pluck, a sound
A few more, a melody
Before we know it
It’s a sweet chorded chorus
A sweet jam sandwiched between you and me
Making sweet lovely music
My guitar and I
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