lost love,  love music,  Romance,  sexy voice


Self Portrait

Gazing into the past,
memories blur and ripple.
I can’t give you a face,
but your voice comes back
to me in surround sound.

You loved to play me like
that, tonguing the notes,
hammering staccato
and alluring caress,
scaling between codas.

Even with eyes open,
dim reflections disrupted,
harmonic vibes replay.
You’re still hitting all
those right notes, baby–
playing  from the inside out.

I can’t escape your touch,
that lazy baritone ,
sliding under my skin
like a needle hung up
on grooves cut deep in
an old vinyl record.

~Nara Malone

This post was written in response to the Sunday Scribblings prompt: Reflect. Drop by to see what others wrote or to join the fun yourself. I did some revising in preparation for dVerse poets Open Link Night. Drop buy and celebrate poetry month with a wonderfully diverse and friendly crowd.

image credit–Self Portrait by ignorism_isnt_bliss, on Flickr


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