You make me live


You make me live
Carlos, your guitar strokes the harmonics of my chakras
The line builds, taking my soul up to the rarified region
Where I breathe in the sublime notes, like soothing nectar
From the tropical flowers of my tears
And the tears of all humanity
Your siren’s muse
Plucking at my soul and seducing my sadness to sway,
a sensual samba whose inescapable love flows all through me
and makes me whole,
yet still wanting …

(in appreciation of Carlos Santana)


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