Fingers clenched around a guitar neck. Restless, demanding. Your fingers clench around my neck, restless, demanding and I remember you, sitting there, all by yourself. Shadows under your eyes, telling stories of a noisy night. Your torso melted with an inhuman grace around the body of my Father´s old giutar. A childish naivety, lost in the sound of your fingers, exploring melodies. And i fell in love with the reflection of the sun on your spine, and there was nothing more wonderfully cruel.
When we finally kissed, man in the moon, all i wanted to be was my father´s old guitar. But I wasn´t. It was not me you were reaching for. And your skin felt different and missed the reflection of sunlight on your spine. I missed you, man in the moon.