Friday night shadows
I’m your man so
pull me into this place
and if you can give me

moist thighs broken
or borrowed winds
this dragon landscape
where guitars spit smiles

electronic fires
submerged in a sea of jazz
tamed by passing only
the rough terrain of the mind

here we are clothed
in a gold-bitten sweat
covered with streaks of music
dancing in tribes of dark eyes

glance of darts
poisoned with beauty
graced by laughter
these careless hunted girls

and here I’m on the prowl
a lover hidden perhaps
in that storm of shoulders
that is stirring the shadows