He swivels, he spins & steps.
Bending tune & time,
he yelps. He shrieks
above our heads.
We moan
below—

oh, beneath
we moan:
Lovesick.

Strumming, shredding,
shedding hesitation.
Like birds, we cry,
we glisten.

Oh, how sartorial splendor
& gilded throat deliver
violet plunder.

Switch it up, yeah,
we trade holler
& whimper, holy
magician proving every
thing: bass line or
without,
growl &
falsetto,
the dirty dirty
horns.

(He wears heels
because the ladies love ‘em.)

Nothing compares to him—
driver,
darling.

Don’t go, sweet prince,
don’t ease the hum.
Let’s not stop this dusk till dawn.

........Together, say it, tell it:
........Lovewell.