A TASTE OF IMPROVISATION AT NEWPORT
a DJ Reneg8d remix
Cranberry candles and cognac in crystal,
Satin pajamas and fingerpads that tickle,
Sweet tea from tumblers in summerlong swigs,
Church of dark chocolate, almonds and figs . . .
Raindrops syncopate with Coltrane
On the radio as I await you with six
Roses—Sarasvati—with petals velvet
And curious as your fingers in my
Whiskers tracing them as Farsi script
On a Sufi chin. Your irises—two lively
Kittens or dew drops sparkling dark and
Bright reflections almost conductive as
Copper wires melted down from old tea
Kettles caressed by candlelight & steam.
And could any radif of rain ever uncurl
Warm as your tongue in my ear, as your
Woolen scratchy scarves or the cobalt
Mittens you knitted us last winter? Oh
Brown-skin paradox, pecan & panther, oh
Paper lotus blooms—your hands twin
Packages of chamois shudder. I wish to be
Tied & untied by your fingers rising
Up as rain’s light to hatch these lines
With the knotty function of nylon guitar
String now fretted into fishnet. Suppose
These poses I anticipate surrendering to
Aren’t merely ordered by their blue Key:
A refrain from Rumi, but also perhaps by a
Few drops trickling down the left side
Of my arm into tulip petals. Please dream
My fingers’ jasmine messages for their
Favorite shoulder blade as June kissed
Things—soon to chrysalis & bloom.
Bangles on forearms and daisies on dresses,
Lip gloss that lingers and fingertip caresses,
Coltrane on track one with chords that swing,
Lightning that hints at what evening may bring . . .
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