Pretty girl Monday
Sang me the blues.
I told her to come back today
Now I’m ready to hum along.
February kept the rhythm
Strumming on his bass guitar.
A wink in my direction
Tells me he knows why I’m here.
Yet Valentine’s the melody
That hooks my catgut heart.
Fingernails picking out the tune
To which my body dances.
I give myself to their music
Allowing the boundaries of self to collapse.
Succumbing to the sound
When an epiphany strikes.
I’ve forgotten who I am.
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