By: shelbi henny

I've been bond to guitar strings
intense wordplay and hard tones 
the sun's smoldering heat
lonely walks 
air humidity and silent winds 
the axe steeping into cylinder vessels 
only allowing waves of comfort 
while mind controlling a rage 
those tilts of prudence
resetting controls of games
reasoning the taboo 
of strokes 
making withdrawals and releasing 
subtlety
then rocking in the screeching tones
that track the waves you left
and handcuffed in lines of string
you played me 
up-tempo and slow love ballads 
you rocked the guitar into waves 
of darkness
they bind me to themes 
and leave me deaf from volumes 
that ruptured my ear drums 
yet satisfied 
you continued to play me 
from a distance