This Spectral Love

That girl, she loves my jazz

Eyes closed, she twirls

Her pearly whites revealing

A momentary content

That madcap girl

Blues and Reds send her to the moon, baby

Greens to the carpet

Digging in her heels

Takes the fix for the kicks

To be comfortable

To feel remarkable

That sweet child

Slinks like a cat

Up my leg

Purring all the while

'Make love to me, ' she smiles dreamily

'Make love before the sun comes up'

That girl, she is

A wounded bird

But she laughs all night long

How she laughs

That girl, my girl

Never wants to leave

This room, these feelings

This spectral love of ours

poem by Yoni Assis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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