Miles Davis Knows
The universe exists
in silent pause
in silent pause
before the solo kicks in
Collected thoughts and writings of the selfish selfless self.
When I took your photo
it was not to use against you
nothing erotic
nor devious
It was to hold onto how you looked
skin still humid from your shower
hair up in a towel
threadbare robe snug to your body
Where all you felt was refreshed
free of any bit of dirt you ever carried
of every lie ever told
clear of any mascara you thought needed
where it was finally just
your eyes
honest, innocent
and looking at me.