Tenor sax playing
into the evening hour
Tender notes sweeten
love on my lips
fading into shadows
left unnoticed
by the eyes
of discontent
Lust lingers
gently on high note
moving her hips
to the rhythm of you
melting into backwaters
Rivers of pure intensity
drowning minutes
suspended between
ascending drumbeats
that project your name
entangled around
murmurs in the night
as dreams come easy.
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
Share
Print
Save
Follow
