a sonnet for the night

night sonnet

As twilight succumbed to night’s inkish cloak,

A melodic penumbra enticed me.

It beckoned me nigh, the instruments broke

Through a distance that tends to define me.


Abreast of the band pulsed the undulant

Crowd as the bass ground my hips to its groove

The saxophone wailed a lick of consent

To the trombone that had nothing to prove.


The drummer kept pace, our rhythms entrained

As the energy wound us together

The shadows, we pushed, the players, they strained

Over the improvisational tether.


Hands lifted high, momentum increased

To the infinite night our desires released.

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