he starts the music

see him

want to speak him

he starts the music

where’s my microphone

leather jacket wrapping

look at the lips

the teeth

the eyes

his wine

fragrant with a million men

hosed and sprayed against the wall

he doesn’t fall

and fails to fold

hard he ripples

fist fastidious it did wave

look at his  arm cut and suave

it grows from his scalp in twines and sage

I want to talk of him

he who can not be squared

appears through smoke drapes undisputed

must speak him

he starts the music

where’s my microphone

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2 thoughts on “he starts the music

  1. When the heart’s beating that fast… don’t do yourself an injury… go speak to him, he might be the one that lights the fires… the one that connects the world to make sense.

    Outstanding creative language that had me visualizing something special…hmmmmm, time to take a sip from that glass girl. xx

  2. Some guys you just want to talk about. I’m a believer in; if he want it, he’ll come get it and if not well then he will make for a good conversation piece :). Thanks for visiting me Jim and for finding my writing alluring enough :).

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