All the lights
wrung out
and remnants hang warm
like a fog of sweat
clinging to your muscles
pulling them tight
setting that nervous
prowess
tone
as if we didn't know it ourselves.
Rays of morphing marble jump
to avoid the beat
but
it never bothered you.
That Miles Davis
cool.
He glances coyly
noting every detail -
premonitions ringing
at the base of his skull.
Hey James
watch me move
I AM
j a z z.
Your hand rides leather
but he slides you crystal
and flashes pearl.
You unphased minx!
A confusing wink
if not for the
open taxi door...
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