Concert Poem by Magdalene Carmen

Concert



then i could no longer play
the piano. my fingers died
to hand and mouth arrangements
you ran down my back extemporaneous,
unsheeted. and jazz was
never sexier.

Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: imagery,jazz,love,music,pleasure,sensual,sex,sexy,soul
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