Shadow Listening

quiet
in a chair curving over
sideways trying to
somehow seduce
the airwaves
that weave
past paintings framed before me

thick brushstrokes of memory possessions
tongue-tipped exchanges
secluded seduction
soft pillowed shelter
a mouth suffocating
willing skin warm cedar
chaotic bedsheets
a window frame open to the sun

the art of your voice

Nikki Lockhart