Sunday, May 22, 2011

The Bass Whisperer

The bass whisperer
Makes his lady purr
Those streaks of silver
Hum up and down her
Long neck, tingling
A feeling coming 
From beneath the floor
Sacred beats of old
Carry current lore
In rhythm retold
By his hands,
Through her core
Vibrating
Long after
He plays her.
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2 comments:

  1. Tia BachMay 23, 2011 at 6:07 AM

    Beautiful. I lack the poetic words to do justice to the beauty of this post. Thanks for sharing.

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  2. Ms Panda's BlogMay 23, 2011 at 1:02 PM

    Thank YOU for reading! ;)

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