On The Exhale
I see you in the black and white silent picture
show that plays in my mind.
You make me laugh at your sweet silliness.
Taking me to your world, such a funny little
world where only you exist.
I hear your voice; so easy on my mind.
It strokes all the rough edges until they are
smooth, and I watch as your breath travels
on the exhale.
In the distance a drum beats like it is played
right on your chest.
Cymbals crash down, bringing me quickly
back to feel the vibrations
as they ripple through our bodies.

©Jaydean Wszolek 2007

Comments:
 
Bluez   Bluez wrote
on 6/11/2009 7:52:05 AM
Interesting...I play drums and always wonder what goes through the minds of those that watch, the friends, girlfriends and wives..thanks for the window into that side! (and good work!)

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