Blues Man
Blues Man
Dark-bodied girl
in the front row,
both eyes closed,
buried in the rhythm
of the way this darkness falls
over your body like wind—
that body that reaches out for me
and all this wordless sexspeak
I pour through the open leaves
of your ears—Sweet Girl,
didn’t your mama ever tell you
men don’t need no words to break your heart?
-after A. Van Jordan
-from the collection “We Call This Thing Between Us Love”
I love this one, Jason. The rhythm and movement are wonderful.
Thanks, Anna!