some nights i stroke her neck
and she sings melodies
i have been waiting to hear
but tonight we fight and i grasp hard
trying to strangle a simple chorus
from her gaping mouth
like most females, i bribe her with gifts
like new strings, a fashionable strap
coaxing her into giving me what i want
we need time away from each other
so i am less calloused
she needs me to feel pain to create
my muse waits, begging to be touched
by someone who knows how to massage love
out of wood
