I thought I’d post something lighthearted for a change. Don’t get use to it. 🙂
You Know Who You Are.
by Tosha Michelle
You who carry sunshine in
your hair, the sky in your hands,
and blueberry pie in your eyes
You who knows all the words
to every Chet Baker song.
Why don’t you come by my record shop?
I’ll teach you the percussive du wop
Come unearth my city plot.
Right my upside down heart
with the lilt of your melodic
voice.
Stain my soul with your graceful hands.
Sing me your red velvet tune
with not one note of sorrow.
Scrawl on my tongue
your heart song.
I’ll sing along.
Make music to a woman
not so young, but not yet old.
My mind a score of hunger.
Patterns of passion across
my face.
Don’t be afraid to improvise
summer nights composed of
bodies and sway.
Wingtip and rosehip.
We’ll create our
own tune.
The tenor sax takes the lead.
It sounds like desire,
like it won’t ever stop.
Let’s crack the night with needle and groove.
Two lovers infusing the dark with rhythm and spark.
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