Just for you
Gasping fish loses its head
as wasabi prickles the
back of my nose.
Cuban cigar, my eyes water
through an alcohol
dream-ache view.
You take my hand to drag
me through cacophony
nightscape sounds.
Bosendorfe tones sharpen
my awareness honed
in a spinning room.
I caress the rather phallic
microphone; and sing
like an angel….
~*~
Gasping fish loses its head
as wasabi prickles the
back of my nose.
Cuban cigar, my eyes water
through an alcohol
dream-ache view.
You take my hand to drag
me through cacophony
nightscape sounds.
Bosendorfe tones sharpen
my awareness honed
in a spinning room.
I caress the rather phallic
microphone; and sing
like an angel….
~*~