Let me be your guitar,

move your fingers across me

your heart is close, though your kiss is far;

The dream of us dancing is almost aching.

Hear the perfect notes

resonate from within,

Kiss my neck,

with your fingers.

& hear harmony, again.

Although, I have a hollow core

& know I'm empty inside,

You hold me & turn my empty space to art;

& then, everything feels right.

Have you fallen for me, yet?

Or did I make the wrong chord..

This translucent beauty, once a wreck,

that you are making into art, is yours.

Now give me legs & take away my strings,

Give me eyes, to show you I can see.

Let me have hands, to gently touch your face

& give me a voice to sing to you, with a pure, natural, grace.

Take off my tuners & give me lips, instead.

Finally, you kiss me, soft & thankful,

as you lay me on your bed.

So, this is what it feels like to never get enough.

I know you are my necessity,

When you whisper, "I'm in love,".