Friday, May 6, 2011

Poem for Shamarr Allen

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

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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