Unfinished

 

Why night after night do I attempt this poem

I was in love left with the need to express

The moment, the feelings within that cyclone

Of loving him then and now

He is a jazz man who wrapped his

 

Being around me and consumed

Who and what I was at that time

That place for which I still long

Why night after night do I attempt this poem

Loving a Jazz Man, a poem with a beginning

 

But,  will never have an end

Unable to bring back feelings of contentment

Warm kisses that ran through my body

Love making taking my breath away

I cannot bring back those days

Nor can I complete this poem

 

 

 

 

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