In the pink

True - I got a new pink electric guitar yesterday!

My pink guitar, the new love of my life
I’ll stroke and stretch your strings with my fingers
My pick will pick you up just like a wife
On the threshold; let each long lick linger
My salmon pink star, electric singer
Accompany me when my feeble voice
Attempts a duet, plug in amp, tongue a
Hillman Imp to your flash Rock n Rolls Royce
I’ll never smash you, at least not by choice
No Pete Townshend treatment, trouble or strife
No setting alight, Hendrix-style singes
I’ll stay faithful, not just one of the boys
To you my axe that’s sharper than a knife
Clear as a bell pulled by expert ringers

Author's Note

Dig the cliched analogy of guitar to lover - but this is rock n roll!

Reviews

[Wordcrafter]

Very enjoyable and I like the sensuality of it too; the last line is just perfect, rounding the poem nicely.