jellybeans with jazz

it starts breezy
your fingers slick, tingling
on guitar strings
murmur of leaves, falling  


then sharp stab
slurping my skin, milk-moon 
soft, honey-gold
& buttering my eyes
fringe of blue clouds


slam, slam, pour, pour
your ferocious heartbeats-
turn us to mindless waves
ride in - music -


we swish, rolling rhythm
pedals churning-
gathering us to heaven
gates, let's implode (again)-






Posted for dVerse poets Pub -  Jazz poetry with a lovely guest blogger, Amaya.  Come and join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.  Thanks for the visit ~