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Keepers of the Light
08:42 Feb 15 2010
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She dances

In the silhouette

Of littered lies

Twirling

In feather motes

From an aging boa,

This jazz-scented

Back-lit

Mardi Gras night.

Yeah, I smell jazz,

A sandalwood

Whiskey dream

Where her lips

Are always parted

And cigarettes

Are peach-stained,

Ash swaying

Recklessly in time.

Black sequined hips,

New Orleans love

In fuckin strappy heels

That dance and dance

On the sawdust floor

Scratching out,

"Everyone knows.

Everyone goddamn knows."

All that's missing,

The cigarette holder

She loved and lost

In the tissues

Of a satin clutch

Where it hides still,

Haunted by a joke

Inhaled from the seventies.

The air is wrong.

But the song is sweet,

The sister song,

Cool and long

The jazzy beat,

Slow bluesy heat

Shadowing us away

From the solid stuff,

Lid-sinking, slipping

In the by and by

Bodies slinking,

Hers and mine

A second more,

Then just wraiths

In the wreaths

Of soft blue smoke

Exhaled

In the I-don't- care kiss

Where we dance

And we dance

On the downbeat

Of Carnival bliss.