Jazz Trees

Jazz trees sway by the river
Miles sweet horn blows desire
Desire to know you
Desire to return home

I await the breeze of freedom
Barefoot on a golden beach
You are like seagulls
You make me feel every note
Red toe nail polish
Coltrane and eagles
Slow wet days
I have known you forever
We are ruled by your pheromones
Gardens of a king size bed
I get your coffee in the morning
Sketches of Rembrandt
Trains in the mountains

Leave your fears I am here
Chicago suburbs
You lay like a Queen
Art and books
Black and white photography
Garter belts soaked
Goddess with the bathroom door open
Six inch high heels
Sex so deep it hurts
Slow melted psyche

Jazz trees sway

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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