Musical Enfatuation
It’s not that I don’t want to,It’s just that I can’t,
Your saxophone up in the air,
Bursting exclamation points,
As musical notes,
You move with every word sung,
And caress the microphone,
As if in a kiss.
I would if I could,
I would if I could.
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ReplyDeleteThis great little poem deserves a comment.
ReplyDeleteI love short and sweet, that make a point like a peck on the cheek.
I hear music? - jrg