Friday

purple haze of a sky

A nose
An eye
A little thigh
Stare at the ceiling
Find little humans.
Blue
Red
Yellow.
Smooth Jazz Dance
On the kitchen counter.                                                                                                               
No one will see you
Dance like you mean it.
But don’t be mean to me.
I want to see your body
In the sunlight
Just the outline.
I want to know what
Your lips look like in 
The dark.

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