Tribute to Aziza - wrote when the body was filled with music

Tribute to Aziza - wrote when the body was filled with music

Rain drops falling from the jingle
of a jazz song liquefied
under the piano’s chords
Yellow shapes reflecting the gleam
of a vicious sax
and body losing weight in ambience
Lady speaking loud to my hub thoughts,
asking for fantasies…
Hands thrilling on the knee
that ran from the body
and moon falling apart
in the design of
the dogs’ crazy roars!
Smoke burrows the brain’s
empty places
and mugs from a whole body
reshaped into the dark
Weird lost laughing for the ghosts
dancing on a damp floor –
there are no verbal expressions
but flight on the river
of a haven’s damnation
ecstasy;
nor feelings but inner proofs…
Aziza’s passion sang my
entire body...