French Kiss

Summer time blues drift off as fall rattles its cage
The wind is blowing a gut punch across the sky;
with the hopes of some spontaneous recognition
Fourth floor apartment to the left;
stereo cranked up torches everyone in ear shot
…a minimum ten block radius
A memory tapping melody that drifts;
lifting the air to an all encompassing high
and dropping it to the ultimate unforgiving low
like a stone and the endless ripples
…cause and effect, chain reaction bounce
Autonomous sensory meridian response
Every note, every conjured image…simply breath taking
Memories of family dancing in the kitchen
Auntie’s eight hour tomato sauce on the stove
She and Mum doing the Lindy across the tiled floor
Their laughter reaches in; deep and grabs my heart
And me, well I’m daydream about Jimmy H
The way he put his arms around my waist,
pulled me close and whispered each step
Teaching me how to slow dance and French kiss
City boy moves on Jerome Drive

“It’s just like heaven being here with you
You’re like an angel, too good to be true
But after all, I love you, I do
Angel baby, my angel baby…” Rosie Hamlin

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