Guitar.

I've not played my guitar
for weeks now
and I'm seeing sweat beads,
as if picking it up
it'd seem

foreign to me,
like an old friend
cast in a new light.
But old friends
are old friends
and this old friend
sings so sweetly;

the flavour never goes -
hits me in the back of
the throat
like candied thunder.

When I pick you up,
what satisfaction.