THE COLOR OF EVE

Amassed in tiny droplets formed on a windowsill like virgin tears of perfection... the night-bird's rendition of summer rain behind the backdrop of a trumpeter's smooth grooves melting beneath the warmth of the enveloping sun. That was when she drifted in, unassuming under a breeze of melodic waves like corners turn, sharp and definitive as a baby clef on the musician's highest notes shouting I Wanna Take You HIGHER... perfectly stained on a sheet tentatively titled the Color of Eve. Poised upon feathers of song subdued in blues she consumes the world around her, spiraling between mellifluous rhythms that sway her mind where her body dares not go... there, soulful nectar drips from her brow as the sun momentarily rests before draping her in a palette of warm sensations under dusk's lyrical awakening. Her eyelids close as she arches back to feel the cool sound around her, becoming conjoined within it's many moods of blues and hues a denizen of the moment embraced... emitting a scent so sweet that by dawn she leaves behind a confectionery trail of perfect notes.