Blues Man

Transmitted on Tuesday, June, 2nd, 2009 in Love , Poetry

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”

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anna says:

June 29, 2009 at 10:09 pm

I love this one, Jason. The rhythm and movement are wonderful.
jmott says:

July 1, 2009 at 6:39 am

Thanks, Anna!

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