Brazil

The flute man
plays his song
in the semi-darkness

the neck
curls around the taut female
her ear, impeding a grand gesture.

Music inhabits the space
the tongue
enters that hollow tunnel
surprising, in its raspy wetness

her eyes pop open
breaths echo, over and over in that passage
signals sent through the spine, to the brain
provocatively, eyelids flutter.

The beats grow louder
the breaths, mimic in unison
thrashing through the air in their pounding movement

the mouthpiece
provides much usage
short, cutting, notes
exhale from the instrument.

Lights flicker
red, yellow, neon blue
smoke signals
primitive symbols providing atmosphere.

Flats, sharps, moans, lower now
animal growls
from the beginning of time.

Lights change
the tongue
finds its original position
the strained female, now, non-existent
the moans, music made
a memory in the mind’s eye.