blue jazz friday night
left eye twitching to the soft driving beat
air so still i feel its caress
my soul on a roll
come to a stop so the knots untangle
white smoke entwined in amber light bathes the room
flutes tickle my ear
birds of paradise singing sweet songs of repose
precise colors plucked like musical notes on a painted piano
dabs of current buzzing beneath the surface
keeps the mood humming
breathing with purpose
i stretch against my skin
a fluttering moth flitters by
staggering through the air with erratic purpose
trailing elegant chaos and blurry gray specs
bioluminescent baubles floating in ether
like motes drifting inside my eye
high humidity fattens the sticky air
slow fluid like a river of fog
keeps the melody flowing
breathing to the rhythm
i swim on through to you
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