Haunting Saxaphone
I am sitting the patio, the sun is slowly sinking
and Hazel is talking to me. Asking if my coffee
is ok while she gently sips her tea, she talks to
me of her feelings, of the closeness that is there.
Growing in the warm ambience, the pull of two
hearts needing satisfaction. The air is tranquil
and the words soft, there is music on her breath,
haunting , mesmerising to the point of infinity.
Her emotions lie at my feet as she asks of me
“ Will you “ , my answer can only be forever.
And to the dulcet melody my eyes close and
my journey begins. Thank you Hazel.
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Hazel Oconnor
Will you
Steve Cook music 4.46 duration
and bathe in the Saxaphone
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