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Alto Sax

 

I smoke through the air

on the curve of your notes

at the purse of your lips

your horn the instrument

of my pleasure

 

 

only the note is pure

we are suspect

so I ride the melody to forgiveness

of myself

for hearing such music

 

 

I am prepared to lose my sight

but not the sound of having you

nor the history

nor the collection of moments

nor the time spent listening

 

 

nor the wonder

if it can be retrieved

like an item lost

I only know

the song is now

 

Published in GFT PRESS 2016