You are a Saxophone, Solo (P)

Three steps in and already
I like your shapeless hair,
And your stubborn belly,
Where your music comes from.

Your arms
Are trunks, downy and
Your stubble sparks
Red lights.

I sit down.

You open your eyes too filled with
Bright water blue glass and
Your fingers are moving too fast and
Your lungs are breathing two vast and
You scream listen through
The articulate brass –
I can’t look away.

Toilet break.

Tip your world
Upside down and
Your spit slips out
Of that pale golden horn,
Hammered with flowers
Before you were born.

Saxophone solo.

Smokey wooden
Air pressure
Builds inside me
Just watching you.

I can’t get up.

Your sisters smile,
You laugh silent and
Blow my brains out.
Your brothers smile and
My wide eyed traps
Wait for you to fall in.