She had a voice
like Peter Frampton’s guitar,
And a voice like Peter’s guitar could fill
a boy's skinny chest with wah wah & blues.
So, Peter, holding her like your guitar
that night in the empty high school gym
I lifted her delicate neck
and whispered “Show me the way”
And sang to her about how hard
it is to love anyone
When no one applauds or lifts
a lighter to the sky.
