you see a figure in the half light
encased by see-through darkness
a woman in a sensual slither
crying out to open ears…

singing her blues
singing her blues
tapping her shoes

you hear the words
she sings in trembling alto
admire the way
she growls and mumbles;

singing her blues
singing her blues
nothing to lose

she sees you
watching her with frozen eyes
and marvels that
she enchants you so;

feeling her blues
feeling her blues
catching her muse

she wonders though
if you can tell the truth
of the pain
she solely sings;

sharing her blues
sharing her blues
finding the clues

for if you would unravel
the scarf wrapped tightly
round her head
piled majestically into a crown
holding in her sanity…

you would uncover
the bruises that define her pain
the sutures that became her gain
the knocks that mould
        the words she utters;

soon you too would be…

feeling her blues
singing the blues
living the blues