Rich in air and earth,
the galloping twangle
of those plucked strings
gives me the same
excitement of love:
a pounding heart, a silly grin;
A soaring that pulls at my arms and legs
like marionette strings.
With those tinny riffs, I swoon.
A guitar will take me far, true,
but the deep-woods jangle
of skillful strumming
leaves me humming with tickled ears.
Oh, marry me with a tune!