Sturdily always playing in my mind like a trumpet
Giving me sonic heartbeats
I sway in my own arms or in someone else’s
Intentionally perforating your presence in them
I give in after a while
No, it’s not you.
You’re jazz and everything else is blizzard.
But you slip out like the tunes that make my hair dance
Like my play list, like the changing songs
Slow, raging, steady, headfast
I place my fingers one after another
In the haze somewhere tapping the fingertips of yours.
Then I sway again, now on the patio out of their grip and mine
Welcoming you with the wind to seep in my skin.
Stay for a while, in the comforts of my bosom and the excruciating warmth
You have a long journey ahead to forge
I’m just obliged that you’re the jazz
Forsaking me ever so happy, ever so glad.