By Gayle Bell

The skin of her clothes touched me
Her perfume whispered in my ear of China
She twirls around in my daydreams

Jazz playing low
Laugh faint as a kittens mewl
The day switches to fast forward
Sometimes I wonder why I spend
The lonely night, dreaming of a song
She who looked at me
Licking her peppermint lips
I blush as if my body
Is in on a secret
Left at the way station
Of my daydreams
                          

Sometimes I wonder why I spend
The lonely night, dreaming of a song
Sunset turns in for the night
In another place
Urban cave-dwellers
Begin their mating dance
Jazza Mustaza is playing songs
Of love under Luna Azul
Even the dust is busy
Conjuring

Sometimes I wonder why I spend
he lonely night, dreaming of a song