The Love of Music

Coy as raindrops
secret on the window
secret on the leaf belly
haunting from within

Then pounding chords
and smattered drums
a thunderstorm incarnate
it rumbles
sexy chocolate
like a hug that doesn't slack

Now run me over 
with  fairy steps
ingenious and tapsy
dance light
intricate web
such soft and perfect feet

We're slowing now
we're aching now
the ghosts of ends are here
hold, breathe
this yoga pose
a final, glowing ember of sound.

6 thoughts on “The Love of Music

      1. Maybe. šŸ¤·ā€ā™€ļø. He was happy to take all the blame for not getting it. Poetry isn’t his forte but he’s very generous in listening to mine on a regular basis. And most of it he has some kind words for. So I guess you win some, you lose some.

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