nights of the blues
Young Stuff / peach fullness / tender touch
{don’t bruise now}
listening with deepest organs
what is it that spills over out into electric energy
dance spin undulate
draw fingers s l o w l y down a length of arm
a curve of back or buttock
a breathless trace of hand or nape or
yes...
come from behind and momentary angel touch
of satin skin at bosom
was it ever there at all or just
illusion?
saxophone notes sliding slipping
viscous into the pathways
leading to blood aflame with wanting
I could not let you leave me
those saxy
notes have bound us
feel it feel it feeeeel it
pretending to be soft, instead transfixing
maybe magic
gentle but undeniable
immoveable unshakeable
relentless
we are Going to make love
our fates and the music demand it
sealed with your breath and signed
in our blood
and our spit
the juices wrung from that recipe
inescapable
sound mixed with Atomic heat
a Legendary Love passed down in stories
poets Bound by Music
Bird and Trane Ornette Sun-Ra
shining pathways
delicious
orgasms
©
02022020 pamela twining
