Synesthesia

Lost in her thoughts as the music kissed her soul.

A tornado of distruction in her life,

yet, in this very moment

Not a single knoll.

The Thunder-like basey vibrate Tingled Through her veins.

Her smile lit up the dark and dimly lit hippodrome.

Like Rain

her body moved graciously to the Backbone of the bass 

as the accompanist plucked his thick fibers

the pungent smokey smell of sweat

and the understanding of pleasure, entertainment, enjoyment, 

amusement, excitement,

and

Gratification.

in this dark and trippy terrace.

the taste of a cold one as she glides like an heiress

The vibrate of the bass as it flowed from her

Figure

the Sweet words you Sang, Sounded like a

Purr

in her

Soul

In her leather combats

as they thud with every Cajole.

each being

In Leather Jackets

coarse belts

and ripped Jeans

Their hair a canvas

The Feebley lit room Lit up just a bit more.

Written February 6th 2019