| Jazz/Sex |
| a swaying Jazz. Black. Red. Black. White. that�s the pattern, isn�t it? been so long. twelve count Blues. hold(ing) curves in swaying waves. and Spirit shirking the corners. back to the wall. sidestep. keep to the shadows. light is fake, don�t let it see you. Gotcha. Spirit Gotcha. Spirit knows you. it�s Spirit kissing your neck taking off your clothes moving your hips taking you forward (into that slice of moonlight). not me, not me it hears your movement. it feels your breath on my face. it is telling me your heartbeat. not me, not me I am falling just like you. |