i look in
from the rim
of amber light
dark blue sounds
like a fiddle
across your dress
and accordions
melody the rhythm
of your breasts
as you move
to the dance
of the sax’
in the dark
of your eyes
or less
and cross the gate
of a bridge
on the sweet
the bareness
of your feet
as you walk straight
into my world
and I beg
for a strand
just a single strand
of your pitch black hair
from the rim
of amber light
dark blue sounds
like a fiddle
across your dress
and accordions
melody the rhythm
of your breasts
as you move
to the dance
of the sax’
in the dark
of your eyes
or less
and cross the gate
of a bridge
on the sweet
the bareness
of your feet
as you walk straight
into my world
and I beg
for a strand
just a single strand
of your pitch black hair