Whispers of Smoke and Patches of Love

Butterfly vibrato caressed the violin and cello strings sweetly.

Sexy scotch warmed my mouth and throat, like fire, I embraced it.

Old timey music rang through the rafters of my soul.

Gentle scratchy records spun,

as I felt loving fingers dance on the keys of my body.

Black and white keys rose and fell.

Don't deprive me of your touch and attention now.

Cherry tobacco smoke hugged the patchwork quilt,

Grandma slaved over it, stitching each patch with love and compassion.

Skin sanding skin and lips scorching coals that echo words...

words that cannot cool down the room fast enough.

Melodies swell and encourage.

Longing, and lost in love's fountain and mysterious grip.

Stay with me through every season and for the rest of our history.