White Curls of Smoke (Ode To Lady Day)
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
summer absolution
tonight
where blue notes float
above white curls
of smoke
in risin' syncopation
with rifts and rhythms of the moon
a soulful summer night
where blues make it through
soft-silky lips
of ebony woman with high yellow light
where blues make it
better than forever for a night
Copyright © Tom Mcmurray | Year Posted 2010
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