tagNon-Erotic PoetryBlue Muse Bop

Blue Muse Bop

byAngeline©

Funk that groove.
Kinesiology moves me
bone deep, hip to hip,
slip rocks my cradle.

Liberty is shifting notes
switching in and out of time
to dream in closed eye
synchronicity. This jazz

don’t mind no p's or cues,
just slides straight up,
just twangs my muse.

Walking bass beat rhythms
fallen dancing at my feet.
Wag tailfeathers. You know
sweet blues melt cool,
swallow whole souls neat,

sparkle, flicker into flames
of leaping saxy fusion,
tenor toney, hollow honey
cruising to completion.

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