a modal composition

The buzzing neon lights
are restricting my mobility.

I’m subdued to fuzzy darkness
of your modal jazzy riffs

Turn me inside out, babe!
now turn me back.
Turn me one more time!

My veins,–
are untangled rails,
yours are abstractive streets
(east to west, up and down)

Your eyes are windows to my soul, —
mine are headlights on the taxi,
rushing through the vigor of an avenue.

The helicopter landing near Brooklyn bridge,
barely touching the landing pad
with its skids, —
skin to skin…

No! an air to an air
a tantric experience;
a Kundalini awakening.

(a gentle chiming)

an air to an air!

more,– till the ferry will blow its horn.

and a wild brass of a baritone saxophone
will suck you into the sensual vortex.

Buzzing neon lights.
Buzzing neon nights.

Turn me inside out, babe…
Turn me…

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