the Book of Voices - Sheri-D Wilson: Melting into Strings

Melting into Strings

I like you better in the flesh than in the fantasy
no time between our stars
just flew home from the river of Styx
to turn the acoustic bed
of your guttural guitars
into
-one lick of pineapple ice-cream-
and I'm off
melting into flesh
lick of long long long long longing
electric shock met kiss
melding into high voltage nerve ending bliss

I'd cross the Golden Gate
for one last breath of you

I like you better in the flesh than in the fantasy
held between you and your guitar
I'm palpable tactility
-you stand behind me
guitar pressed against my chest like a wooden oath
as you play your strings through my body
I feel you both
in this world and in the other-
outside our window
December night snow falls
in little flashes
-coloured feathers shake sparks
long notes pressed
I taste the slow turning stars, against my
chest
they come to rest
in a slow motion carnival

Meet me in Amsterdam, baby
there's money in the middle drawer,
Taj Mahal

I like you better in the flesh than in the fantasy
you untie every knot of me
liquefy my philosophy, with your
deep song ecstasy
your gypsy hat poetry
the way you say my name
and talk to cats
with those long hooded eye lids
it costs a hundred million notes to go to
Mars
we're there -here- two bodies, one guitar
it's the things you watch, I know
it's the things you watch. I know,
as the crow flies

- Sheri-D Wilson

Voice: Sheri-D Wilson
Guitars, Bass, Omnichord: Russell Broom
Drum Loops: Squeegee Boy