Brazil
in semidarkness
the flute man
plays his song
the neck
curls around the stiff female
her ear, impeding a grand gesture
music inhabits the space
the tongue
enters a hollow tunnel
surprising, in its raspy wetness
breaths echo,
over and over in that passage
her eyes pop open
signals sent through the spine
as eyelids flutter
beats grow louder
breaths, mimic in unison
thrashing through air
where I can feed
my babies
substance
the mouthpiece
provides
short, cutting, notes
that exhale from the instrument.
lights flicker
red, yellow, neon blue
smoke signals
primitive symbols providing atmosphere
flats, sharps, moans, lower now
wolf 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
