He swivels, he spins & steps.
Bending tune & time,
he yelps. He shrieks
above our heads.
We moan
below—
oh, beneath
we moan:
Lovesick.
Strumming, shredding,
shedding hesitation.
Like birds, we cry,
we glisten.
Oh, how sartorial splendor
& gilded throat deliver
violet plunder.
Switch it up, yeah,
we trade holler
& whimper, holy
magician proving every
thing: bass line or
without,
growl &
falsetto,
the dirty dirty
horns.
(He wears heels
because the ladies love ‘em. )
Nothing compares to him—
driver,
darling.
Don’t go, sweet prince,
don’t ease the hum.
Let’s not stop this dusk till dawn.
........Together, say it, tell it:
........Lovewell.
Keli Osborn
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