Monday, February 3, 2020

In the Blood





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



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