Close your eyes and imagine me.
See my spoken words with your aggressive flirt.
Keeping pace with my rhythm,
Just imagine me.

Let my song sing to your soul
So deep under the rhythmic caresses,
Moving across the surface.
Tasting the salty sweetness of your arch.

Just close your eyes.
Imagine the squint in the twang of my strings
Imagine the furrowed brow in my double-time
Imagine the tension released by my exhale.

Close your eyes and imagine my gaze,
Accompanied by the melody on my fingertips.
Passionate about the music,
Passionate about you,
The gospel spoken in my expression.

Three hundred and sixty degrees of my good side,
Pulling you in with me,
To a world created between the bars.
Do you understand what I’m showing you?
Steeped in culture and finger-licking soul.
Contemplate the blended brew,
As I lay bare and exposed,
Enfolding you in the darkness of my lines.
The laid-back cool of your crown.

Adagio lines in the sway of your dress.
Bluesy chords in your voice speak volumes to my soul.
Deliberate hesitation in my rhythm to tease,
Much, much more sweet,
Accompanied by the jasmine on the breeze,
Late night walking the Nawlin’s streets.
This has always been such music to my soul.

by malakhai jones
© Copyright 2016

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