tom mcmurray
show details 8/12/08 Reply
my woman pours out hunger
like monsoon rain
come down to drown both wind and world
in melancholy memories
before
the dreams went dry
before
the fade to funk
stripped withered rhythms from her trunk
her blue/black/smile
still draws you down
below firm breasts
to pleasured space - wet with wandering warm-scented words
wrapped brother-tight
in uptown Harlem's
absolution renaissance - tonight
where blue notes float
above white curls of smoke
in risin' syncopation
with rifts and rhythms on the moon
a soulful summer night
where blues make it through
soft-silky lips
of ebony woman with high-yellow obsidian light
where blues shall make it
better than forever in a night
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