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Tapping Rhythm and Blues from the Faucet

by Britt Zimmerman

Find my hips in the darkness
Like you have always imagined

...Whisper I love you's
into my rib cage

Create rivers in my soul
With fingertips
That glide down the spine

You and I are magnets
That attract and repel...
We are the moon
And the tide.

Whisper I love you's
At the base of my neck

And leave my body
Electric

Find your truth,
From the inside of me...
...it sings to you
...like Etta
....or Ella
...or Billie
You and I,
We are matter
And elemental
You are fire
...Ablaze
In the center of my soul

Whisper I love you's
At the small of my back

And I will purr
...Like a Lamborghini
...like a Ferrari
...like a Bengatti

We are madness
and chaos
...And oxygen

.... and breathing it in
And then letting it out

And white hot lightning,
...Stormy weather,

Singing, and breathing
And kissing and purring

Like drip drops of water
Tapping rhythm and blues
From the faucet

Love...

In it's purest form...

12/28/2014

Posted on 12/28/2014
Copyright © 2026 Britt Zimmerman

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 12/30/14 at 04:49 AM

hot singers, hot cars, and kisses, me likee, meow! rhythmic and sensual.....xopk

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