loving the jazz man

he said to me
once

I had honey
under my skin
and he could smell it
wild sweetness
filling my veins like blood,
and tasting it
under my tongue
with every kiss

and I said
I was his instrument
and his rib
and he scribed the chords of me
on the ceiling
in the air

with every touch
an experiment
in sound and color

music

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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12 Responses to loving the jazz man

  1. O! Intense – taste, touch sight, smell and hearing – all these senses are stroked and caressed in this short but powerful poem!

  2. Pawan Hira says:

    Intense it is, bestowed with all the senses, strumming the chords of life. Beautiful.

  3. Rhonda says:

    beautiful and glad you have these memories.

  4. nelle says:

    Such notes…

  5. unfetteredbs says:

    goodness you are talented… honey under the skin. the way you made the music feel and flow.. nice

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