Another oldie getting added to the blog:
For Shamarr Allen at DBA June 7, 2007
I have no defense against
a trumpet that rages
from tender to tempest
in the blink of an eye
And I can't tell
if those brass bends
are filled with heaven
or a hurricane
What kind of grace
does it take to blow
notes like that
into a soul
Notes that breathe
a wicked fire
that smells like
desire and satisfaction
That tempt and forgive
and tease and lay bare all
the naked beauty
of a single note
hanging
in the air
it's more than just a show
it's more than just a show
Copyright © 2007 Melissa Lewis
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