poets

Your Kiss is Jazz


Your kiss is jazz in a
dark room full of
smoky shadows
and the breeze
that blows the curtain
quiver crazy
laughter stops,
soft
my breath
tip toe, tingle, tear apart my
tattered soul
folded like
an old
newspaper, words
faded
but still
hold
the same meaning.
shredded like
t he smoky
shadows
between our
embrace
enrobed in the glow
of the street lamp.
Your kiss is jazz
in a dark room full of
smoky shadows.

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