He pulled her in with music,
fishing for her eyes to focus
on lines he extended.
She fingered pearls about her
neck, turning them over like
wet thoughts of the man
on stage.
Black ties and buttons hold
shirts in place. Cuff links
with initials fawn for attention.
Hat pins point into the mystery
of thick hair. A high heel shoe
slips its covering, exposing a
waiting weakness. Earrings sway,
making hips jealous.
The music creates a pool of
captured souls feeding on the
passion of jazz.
Roger Singer 