her words are jewels i find
walking down the silk road
she carries the wind in her speech
gentle as the stroking of  piano keys
but firm enough to uproot
trees
her feet are unbound and impressive
i touch her skin and read
my destiny
her body is the shade of an
almond
that never loses its tone
even in winter
she loves to spin around like a windmill
when the jazz piano
plays
her hair is black as a murder
of crows
her breasts dissappear into
my mouth
as i lose myself in the crow's
shadow
as  the jazz piano plays

-- Erren Geraud Kelly