pink oxford sounds – November 7


soul anchoring music

warms the air around

us, fingers moving on



her pink oxford shirt

wrinkles just right

the cat leaning close

on big brown


my soul eases,

gazing across

to caress the hand

that rises to her



play on saxophone,

piano, bluesy sounds.

sing our togetherness

in the night.


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