COMFORT ON DEMAND

COMFORT'S DEMAND

From dark to dusk shed
stepping over tongues coiled
on the road to those foothills
above smog masquerading as
a shifty yellow fog
Is a park
where a Sax's tenor points the way to
pristine under silvery falls with joy
announcing "Love" aupair for
the toddler returned.

And there,

Vulnerability, a trumpet with mute teases;
in sensuality to lull my geology into forgetting
her wrecking ball
swinging to the past
swinging into the last
Upon me flattened
minus the burn
her notes coax open
so another, a Violin may deeply kiss
infusing tastes of song with
Comfort's return.

Where,

Her concert fingers up and down
playing soft throaty tones which heal
saying "love, not a sound...
shh, this way, low and slow"
to Vulnerability I go
On her vibe filled drive
around her last bend
into her hills above the fog
all hesitance rescind
to the music growing

I return to begin…again.