Sax

Sax

The sound of the tenor notes

culled by the expert plying music,

swiping keys and sweat from

the essential melody of the

saxaphone sends me into

the world of the sensual.

I breathe shallowly.  Sigh in

the tender way of notes

brushed against my skin.

I sit in the smoky club as if

alone in my secret self.

Smoke trails from my mouth

as he makes contact.  

The player sees me and

knows my helplessness

as he swings toward me

trailing the sound of his

sax across my waiting lips.

Caroline Shank