Speak to Me

[ellajam]

Hi, 71, this appeals to me. I'll leave your punctuation quirks to someone else and only mention it when I need to. Period.

An any less severe goddess My tongue trips on "an any", I'd go for "any less a"
would have turned
the other cheek
when I attempted I like the 2 tempts although temptational is a bit of a stopper
a temptational hand
to the nape of her thin neck ah, the nape, always good.

Her eyes blushed me off nice blushed, I think you could lose the pocket contents, I don't care and they're no surprise.
with a look that shook
me to the bottoms of my Levis:
loose change, half stick of Juicy Fruit,
and an abused Bic lighter

8-track of my ’70 Bel Air playing you could bring this up to Levis
Chicago’s Greatest: tenor sax singing
to itself like a lonely phone lonely phone? not buying it

Memory is often quaint but I swear not that quaint is all wrong, but does it serve? not so much for me
she wanted me to stop when she said
she had never danced to color my world not a fan of colored my world
so we slowed and we stopped
and we did and we danced
at the intersection of London Square Road
and somewhere great intersection

Other passers paid no heed; maybe two people I'd cut other, or maybe these two lines
dancing beneath stars was too common;
we twirled, her neck exposed her head I'd love a pause after exposed
on my shoulder my hands settling on her
like sand in an overturned hour glass nice

After no words she smoothed her hair, rain
damp, nothing more than wet like her lips

And now sometimes when I’m night driving I'd lose "and now"
and I hear tenor sax, I will stop at an intersection,
dance, and bay at the moon like the primidorial dog
must have the night god deemed Adam was lonely strong interesting end

Fun read for me, thanks.