it
It’s like jazz
burning on acid
sex on a swing
it creeps up your leg
and plays on your valves
the wails of an animal into
the night drinking slowly
sitting alone in the dark
start It with Bach
spinning on a heavenly sphere
then melt down
into that clear harmonic cry
moaning and sweating
out
the unfettered dream
© lyw
Poetry Index
- the professionals
- This Business of Dance and Music
- Lightning Storm Watching Dancers in a Nightclub
-
When We Dance Salsa
- Mary's R&B
-
Gould variations
- IT
- I Follow Hughes' Instruction
- salsa leader
- lyw dyed blue
- Hiphop lyw - To the Boys that Beat
- Reggae & Blues, the kind not hard and angry
- a day in bed
- Virginia and I Should Dance
- my dress
- lywlyw's delcaration of independence