for Jay Buchanan
Clearer than a ringing bell,
calling me to stand beneath you--
I am rapt in music’s spell;
your subject, in your thrall I dwell.
Swaying slowly to the beat,
as I stand before your feet,
I yearn to touch, but thrill in listening,
and watching your sweat-drenched body,
glistening.
Recorded song brings me much pleasure,
but it cannot match the measure
of an evening in the presence
of your fleshly, human essence.
I stand witness at the living
breathing body, angelic singing.
Mournful verse, hypnotic chorus
throb in heartbeat’s time before us.
So close to me, you drip with sweat;
flip your hair and I’ll get wet--
drench me with your raw emotion,
drown me in an aural ocean.
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 4:15 PM UTC
for Jay Buchanan
Clearer than a ringing bell,
calling me to stand beneath you--
I am rapt in music’s spell;
your subject, in your thrall I dwell.
Swaying slowly to the beat,
as I stand before your feet,
I yearn to touch, but thrill in listening,
and watching your sweat-drenched body,
glistening.
Recorded song brings me much pleasure,
but it cannot match the measure
of an evening in the presence
of your fleshly, human essence.
I stand witness at the living
breathing body, angelic singing.
Mournful verse, hypnotic chorus
throb in heartbeat’s time before us.
So close to me, you drip with sweat;
flip your hair and I’ll get wet--
drench me with your raw emotion,
drown me in an aural ocean.
Rival Sons are touring Europe right now.
