My love is like
Jazz
Fingers plucking
Thrumming you
The heat rising
In your belly
Clinging
Climbing
(How many encores do you think you can manage?)
In the private performance
Where the dissonances
Are just phrases to me
And I pedal the notes
Rising but not rushing
Listening to every note you
Play and don’t
You need to explode past the
Key you’re in
Accompanied and soloist
You are in my pocket
Long drawn notes of
Pleasure
(Stay in the same key baby girl)
And I nod from across the phrase we are in
And you take
Flight on wings
Of synaptic fire,
Glide across
Like pitched but what it feels
Like a new symphony
Performed and we are
The only ones to hear it
In a different key
Assertive
Swaggering as you collapse against me
Fade out but we play for a long time
We
Play
MB Blissett 