A Moment

I sit in the soul blues

Of the hallway

Still stacked are the books

On the floor,

I see your high rise

Dancing to the jams on the radio

I love your eyes

And I see them

Through the screen doors,

And that hope is amazing

Whatever it is...

I kiss eternity on the mouth

Lips soar like doves

And paper gloves,

I soar with you

In the night,

Your high jams

Your manly hands

Caress me in the moonlight

I dream of your many schemes

Floating,

Forever floating

In my mind

And when the dust settles

The city will be calm

And I stand alone

In your wild jazz blues.