THE SAXOPHONE GOING CRAZY

the smoke appears
to fall up
to the ceiling and then

languidly
down blue
it dances to

the shiny saxophone
as if it drunk in
jazz

the cigarette smoke
music made visible
here it is

a spiral staircase
the going up and going down
the one and the same

now here
a dissolving double
helix

now again
a sudden sketch
of how naked

we will come
to be
entwined with the music

with bodies of smoke
the making and un-making
of us

our laughter and words
floating up to the ceiling
frozen in the air

clinging there
for all to see
our love written

in music and smoke
the saxophone going
crazy