A full puff
of air
filled my sail
lifting the need
of my soul
pushing me
with lovers hands
into up and over
settling into
my ears
oiling my
breathing parts
nurturing me
with the strength
of a rushing train
heavy on
metal tracks
rolling with running
blowing steam
crazy with sound
grabbing
the crowd
like a thief
with eyes
of jewels
pulling in
and covering
tight
the jazz
strong
with comfort.
Roger Singer 