Her expanse of teeth
over the piano keys
spirals into
Mozartian glides,
her smile,
without effort,
can neuter gangsters'
lust grimaces--
can reduce
stone-faced, jaded
bi-continental
billionaires
to nervous giggling,
lured into her opacity
irresisting of her
obscuritant finesse.
She haunts the evenings
from the piano bars
of tumid Abidjan
to the conditioned air
in the bordellos and clubs
of Zanzibar
of Dar-es-Salaam.
Her seamless phrases
spill into the dense nights,
gliding over octaves,
never tiring-- coasting,
like an ebony falcon,
hanging from afar
in the upper air.
Author notes
A confusion of the senses as well as art media.
Written May 12th, 2004
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