jazz...

Rising from bare range I hear,

smooth ride up my spine,

the lips tighten on the metal end

and melody bends inside me

A short breath that I can feel

then he peels away the loose ends of this night

Then her lips part

above the heave of her bosom,

she sets me in motion.

 A glide across an ocean of my feelings

immersed in a sea from which I feel

no need to escape,  time drapes over my shoulders

like a comfortable shawl and all 

that a moment can hold 

is boldly here...my lover is near

breath warm on my skin,

I sink deep into eyes that hold me here

in this special place where I am

the one...the only one 

Excerpt from the short story, Girl's Story . How music makes
a melody within us...hdm