When my time comes don't you dare -
bury me beside all the others
I've tip-toed through life trying to be alone
Don't you dare lay me beside their forever 'yakking'
bones

Good black coffee , toasted pumpernickel bread and mushroom soup
have stoked the imagination of this writer on many afternoons

Blessed Sun worshipers , pining for ardent piedmont
mosaics , followers of the stain glass canopy 'neath
Carolina blue windows ..                                                               ­                                Keepers of the Sycamore , Maple morn
Students of the Summer woodland religiosity ,
of songbird marvel and honeysuckle arbor

I'm delectably drowning in
Jazz.......
Fingers skimming in elegant beauty over ivory keys
Perfection hovering in discord as
Horns reverberate in
An avalanche of sound rumbling through the valley of my soul
Delicate guitars swinging to a beat
Each note a sensation as it sings with delicious vibrato
Drums dancing though time and space
Titillating trails of rhythm evaporating as brush kisses skin
And there
Finally .....
Cool
Dignified
The master of my pleasure
An upright bass .......
Bringing it home in a
Sumptuous aural ******......

(C) Pixievic