• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 12
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Jazzy Jiggy Love

There’s no dance I want to do,
than the dance of nature,
spreading my limbs out wide,
cutting the cake,
moving under a jive sun,
in the colors of the mind,
showering my little head
with excitement

There’s no sensation that I want to feel,
than life itself,
the fragrant early morning,
sounds of the pitch-black night,
lazy country afternoons
where I rock myself to sleep
in a hammock between two jiggy trees

There’s no universe I want to breathe in,
than the one I swing in now,
jazzy tunes I want to play
with my saxophone of love.