Cool Fever

Live music leaves me enthralled as thuds of a drum, the intricate fondling from saxophone notes blast these veins until intoxicated head convulses when euphoric tunes pump in unabated-- jazz, R&B, wild soul, and rocking pop ignite primal ectasy in the flesh...raw! Pulse beat raised at 110, my torso gyring in motions uncontrolled-- the cortisol of anticipation surging through an adrenaline high; cool the song- whips , oh more feverish my body trip!...just there, Philip Bailey whams a falsetto higher than high in climactic lifts, my whole body possessed without Reasons on Fantasy's electric stage: Another grasp of dismembered reality lures, where smokey thirst begs for more notes... this moment a cool fever of a thrill from a live concert rushes on, where an elevated zing drugs my soul!