Passionate Souls - Lemon and Gin Memories

lemon and gin memories

outside the club
   velvet air
        had drawn a curtain
               of rain
across white streetlights,
      blurring them red and yellow,

her eyes
      hot
         with old tears
danced in the piano bangs
   as she stood
with wet cigarette;
   hanging
      from trembling lips
       and aching fingertips;

in her heart
         something fell
as her chest
kept time
with the bitter-sweet echo
of the drum
and a tenor sax
        poured longing
             into her
through memory-

gin and tonic
reminiscences
      of love
both sweet and cold,
with a lemon twist

fresh waves
of autumn leaves
reflecting
the somber mood
   of the bass
           fade
into the sodden hills
    of her core

and with a final draw
of her pursed lips
   grey ash
    turns vermilion
and embers
shower down
to the ebony cobblestone

a slow hiss
        resonates
under her tender foot
      crushing
the halfhearted glow-
     an imitation
   of memory�s dissipation

the horn beckons
     as she turns away
and the velvet air
             caressing,
draws her
behind the curtain
and into
         the drizzling rain.