by Catherine Prater

I close my eyes
Lean back
And drift into Oblivion, 
Watching the melody
On my eyelids
Relaxed, and happy, 
Floating on every tune,
Listening to The ivory 
Being touched
Just the way they should be
Like a lover
Who has fallen in love,
Merged with
The intoxicating sound
Of a fine tuned horn
 caressed gently by moist lips,
and  the touch of gentle finger tips,
fore-playing the  Congas  
 Serenading the core of my soul

Jazz by Catherine Prater

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