Quita...

the luxury of deep, dark eyes
never misspent as the world tilts in confusion,
and moments that stack in excess  come tumbling
into saner arrangements; they find marked time
as dark eyes combine with a spirit of inquiry
to test the day's knotty ties

I do not know why mocha brown
is skin so forgiving of bad light, crowds
and rushed brushes of acquaintance
but there is joy in tender beauty
even in the chance of passing glances
when dark eyes find...reasons to smile

a slight jealousy

Should I envy the winds

That touch you when they wish

Or the golden beams of the sun

That find you through cloudy mornings

Am I jealous of the words on a page

That hold your eyes, embrace your thoughts

And places that you pass, keep a silent residue

A memory…they keep from me

And the spirit of music that sets body to sway

A seduction in the rhythmic way you touch

the world and all it can be, now I too feel

a slight jealousy in a 12 bar blues