until

until

The jazz is smoldering tonight
as moonglow sweeps our flesh.

I whisper into tangled hair,
feel your pulse react to wicked words

while Billie sings, soft and low,
the summertime her anthem

and you my winter song.
I shall play you until the spring comes,

when snow and ice take their leave
and the tender buds appear.

I hit the replay button, let Billie sing
forever, if only…

Copyright © 2010 by Christopher Chaffin – All rights reserved

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About cjchaffin

Wordsmithing is my passion. I eat, sleep, and breathe words and phrases, only to regurgitate them and pray that they are better off than when I first ingested them.
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