El Mariachi
Light touches
Grace her neck
His fingers soft glide
As
His collapsed body
Embraces her flesh
His fingers trace
Drawing
Her continued stirring sounds
Some as soft
As a sigh
Other in resonance
Resemble a moan
Alone
Her and he
Responding to touch
Deftly
Though he
Knows
Her grace
Her shape
By heart
Her heart
By hand
Her
She never ceases to amaze
Yet
He must use all of his
Skill tender
The gentle strum
The caressing bend
To touch her silken strings
Metered pressure mixed
Of a pulling press
She softly sings
And
The music is beautiful
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