Hues of orange surrounding the sky...
Darkness starting to creed in...
The glass door creaks open,
There I walked in.
You pushed a glass towards me,
Your fingers slowly pulling on my scarf,
Warmth of your breath playing on my neck,
I push you back and turn to run.
Sitting by the river now...
Silence of the night...
Broken by the waves...
Walls of our own making...
Into each night and then again,
Beyond each hour and time,
Veiled tears of grief and love,
Make me go weak in my knees.
Jazz music in this dingy pub,
The sultriness in the breeze,
I remembered him tonight,
I longed for a weakness.
Prayer flags in the sky...
Moaning amidst blurred lines...
The touch of a stranger...
Kissing under the stars...
Kissing under the stars...
Dancing on toes all night...
Blue Jazz nights... Into abyss
1 comment:
To begin with, the criticism first - the imagery is inconsistent and as a reader, I kind of lose myself with the metaphorical river that gives way to the Jazz in your surrounding. But the melancholy, the honesty of the emotion wipes it off my slate and I feel like reading it again and again. Great going Kosi!
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