The scent of metal

lingers long after 

I remove my fingers

from her neck,

and the rest of her hollow frame

is still buzzing 

from the sound of

plucked steel stretched over

her wooden curves and

hardware dipped in sleek metallics,

paired beside flesh tones that shine

and with the aid of mechanics combined with nature,

she opens her mouth to speak

and her acoustic song puts me at ease


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