I can remember your hands,
those calloused fingertips
that strummed a guitar
teasing their way
along my spine.
I felt I was the instrument
creating a love song
in the raised flesh,
my body singing the melody,
your warm breath the chorus.
When did the music stop?
I don’t remember when
the notes ceased playing.
Was it when we stopped saying,
“I love you?”
It is not physical miles
that is separating us.
The light in my spirit dulls
without your lyrics
playing upon my skin.
My heart still feels the inspiration
to create a love song.
I see the notes in your eyes
when you look at me.
Darling, let’s write music again.
©Susie Clevenger 2012
Image: Favim
I was listening to the Righteous Brother's Song You've Lost That Loving Feeling and it inspired this poem.
Comments
It's part of what love is about, I guess. To have, lose and then find again.
Superb job. Its never a physical distance that separates hearts, but a distance between the hearts itself. I loved this.
And finally, I'm glad that songs inspire you like this. I would say 70ish% of my poems are inspired by the music I love.
Good write!
Lovely imagery. Sad if or when, love dies.
Thanks for this post. I enjoyed reading your poem while the song played softly in the background.
K