I remember this kind of heaven
and right now its where I need to be
corner sat in a midnight dive
drum, double bass, piano
with the icing on this cat’s cake
a redhead on the mic.
languid deep sliding
seducing my willing spine
and wire brushed rims coax
maundering ivory doodles
into lovelorn incantations
my smoky angel invokes
she’ll pour her shattered heart
into my icy tall Jack and
I’ll drink deep of her sorrow
until amongst disheveled wakening
I’ll kiss her soft back and wonder
where did the morning go
I really love your poetry, this one is so moody and alive and can smell the smoke, hear the tinkle a glasses, the chatter beneath your smoky angels' voice...
ReplyDeleteGet connected on netblogs.com Paul...more need to read your poetry ;)