a little poetry


Flute and Guitar Duo



Satin rustles on her arm,

his string vibrates a reply

to begin the winter music.

Plumbing secrets of sound

with love of clarity not linear

but indecent, more like embraces —

her gold flute, his gentle wrist

birth maelstroms,

that chord frankly in the body,

this note captive of her curls,

and always the applause of death

— shivers among sirens —

lending urgency to breath and hand,

their passion melts the air,

brings to the surface, mi amor,

every ship ever wrecked

on the dancing waves.



-- from Unpacking the China, QuillsEdge Press, 2016