Jazz and Poetry

Jazz and poetry
hits me like arctic air,
a bite across the calm waters,
breath stolen and cheeks brushed cold.
Shipyard lights reflect in the black shadows,
the dull roar of city life
deadened by winter’s chill;
scent of fireplace smoke
takes the edge off.

I can only imagine,
the warmth of your southern breath,
flame of desire,
a tenuous flickering,
heat seeking heat,
body seeking body,
a goddess watching over me,
eternity still

all cocooned in the melody
of the wind,
jazz and poetry wrapped together,
heat building.


Copyright 2004 by Peter A. Stinson.
All rights reserved.
Reproduced by Poetry 360 with permission of the author.