My Life as Her Guitar

My woman plays the best goddamn guitar you will ever hear.

Yeah Jackson (my last fling) was pretty awesome, but when you're in love everything seems so much more ... breathtaking.

She sings 'The Girl' to me (Dallas Green), she sings a lot of City and Colour to me.

I sing 'Boats and Birds' (Gregory and the Hawk), 'Beside You' (Marianas Trench), 'Follow You Into the Dark' (Death Cab for Cutie), just for her.

While I was on Katimavik I sang 'Boats and Birds' for a talent contest that my best friend was putting on, with Jackson on guitar. A friend of mine recorded it and put it on Facebook. I told Dallas (the her) to go look it up, because I wanted her to see that I was singing it for her. She sheepishly admitted she already had... many times.

The thing I won't admit is the reason I love seeing her play, the way she looks at her music, with love in her eyes, the way she plucks at the strings, with adoration. I want her to look at me that way, I want her fingers strumming over my body like that, held in her arms, propped on her lap. If I were a guitar, I would want to be hers. I'd go out of tune so she could just tighten my strings, my moans would be music to her ears, I'd sing her chords just the way she liked, and hum with satisfaction as the last note was played.
Except she won't have to cut her nails for me.

When Dallas and I live together all we're going to do is make sweet, sweet music together.

And sometimes we'll use the guitars.