I would see all things renewed
After getting
Just that little smile,
.
I’d see the miraculous eyes of the
Blond bartender,
Feeling the horror
At the way her body had filled in,
It was those same dark eyes
Caressing moments of the esoteric
But always to deluge,
Always to cascade on to me,
Massaging my deepest qualms,
Quandaries and miseries,
And stymying them into the margins,
.
And then,
I would reflect with every memory I knew,
The night moving too fast for my taste,
The music getting too fast,
When I AM the music,
I have so much to give,
Having received.