A pOet walked in……through the blues and the smoke

smiled jazz with his face

and the twist of a joke.

A voice …all his own….not the regular kind.

sipped wine from my soul

poured the ressst… down my spine.

Bass kicked in as He started to speak

Angels danced off his grin

kinda makin’ me……..weak

Kicked the light off the edge, of the Man -In-The- Moon

brought the truth to its’ knees….not a minute too soon.

blowin’ holes in the cheese…..like my mind.

He was ….FINE …

DOUBLE-TIME

Droppin’ words never heard….like a prophet sublime.

power …all tangled up in his hair

whispered History ….did he miss me ????

blind…. by the length of my stare ?

Caught up like a fool ….who forgot to undress.

but jumped in the pool …anyway.

too late I jumped in….and forgot how to swim.

lost in that voice with no choice…I WAS ..,in.

Teased like a stray breeze ….tracing places to moments unroamed.

words slipped from his lips.

like a candle……slow burns

dancing right down to the bone

Made me feel “twilight –crazy” …..all  anointed …and hazy

He gave all he was….in a million parts

sifting through the screen of time.

made me… long

 to ..belong…..

to him….

for a time.

All alone in his …..in his zone.

in his vibe.

schmoozing blues….till he sat by my side.

As close….became closer

He drew into me.

as we smoldered….and chatted

sipping….” Sax-A–Phrase”  tea.

knee-to-Knee ….soul to soul

as the candles grew dim

So it was on the night a pOet walked in.

©2007 J.Hampton bythewurd@yahoo.com