Impromptu
i woke
hard
ly notic
ing
that she
she is
nude modeling
i am
crudely drawing
her figure
with words
refreshing my page
on my computer
on my paper
erasing
distasteful mistakes
taking away
layers of lost years
res
urrect
ing myself
in 2/4
cut time
asking the metronome
to slow to largo
so i can
dance
with her flames
the heart of fire
is heat
in heat
i find
her
one time
i did this once
hands held
over
a bum's barrel
in a Boston barrio
her torso
torturing me
to a fever pitch
throw
another poem in
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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