4am in starlight
her skin, blue velvet
like Billy Holiday's
voice

her breasts hummm softly
under cooing sheets,
her eyes tease me behind lashes
like peep shows,
sleeping, her rhythmic breaths
whistle against my neck

I sing the blues
into musical locks
that twist into your hair,
aching to touch
my velvet queen
sleeping temptress
daring me to dream

10/06/2002

Posted on 10/06/2002
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