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