"I am the Blues Master."
Chapped lips embrace the sax like old
Blowing life inside as he comes alive,
In a world of ecstasy and lust,
Hidden animals begin to lurk out
She thrusts herself upon his melodies
In a world of bliss and love.
fingers stroke keys like a pro,
Greens and whites overtaken by dark shades of blues
Rhythmic serenades soothe her ears,
Lulled in lethargy, lost in the blues...
Of his eyes, she feels the
music singing truth
Drumming pellets of glassed ice in her,
Her heart hammers to the beat.
Fingers cease, Eyes stone, Lips