Your lips
finding music in mine
this morning was
inspired.
Your eyes closed
reminded me of
Monk’s passion at the piano.
All that was missing
was the sweat
and your tongue
improvising in vague
corners of my mouth echoed
the audacious atavistic
anarchy of Ornette
Coleman’s music.
I’m almost sorry
that my hands,
busy with your breasts,
could not applaud.
But consider how loud
ecstasy made us both scream
with hands over each other's
mouths…
We could find joy
in that the cops didn’t come
responding to noise complaints
again.
Rp Verlaine, a retired English teacher living in NYC, has an MFA in creative writing from City College. He has several collections of poetry including Femme Fatales Movie Starlets & Rockers (2018) and Lies From The Autobiography 1-3 (2018-2020). Rp’s work has been featured in Punk Noir, Ygdrasil, and Runcible Spoon.
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