A BOUT OF LOVE

A BOUT OF LOVE

On summer breezes
Daemyon’s violin plays
reminiscent of Ponty
windbound stories calling
those listening

Kool called it madness
as summer moods blossom
as thumbs gently stroke another’s palm
as bodies accidentally touch
as gazes cross, wander, and return
as scents call and smiles question
and voices carry

Released by winter’s melt

Days on the beach; Lancaster and Kerr
along in-rolling tides of summer whispers; quivers
once upon a summertime, two upon there
cooling air and a 1940’s fan
imprints left upon summer’s sand

Play oh Summer, play
as over your shoulder’s strings, move my lips, a bow
the feel of your neck
the position perfect of your bridge
my fitting to your chinrest; bow on string soundings

As I hold
and I press to
with eyes closed
while strings are worked so tenderly
a violin's voice emerges; behold

Supporting
adoring upper, waist, and lower bouts
gentle on fingerboard as you flow free
now and again pausing, adjusting, delicately tuning
from now to then on breezy passing’s; these stories

…a bout of summer love.