Tuesday Thoughts

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they move in time to the music

their bodies infused with a boundless energy

observing them, from my perch at the bar, I am envious and enamored

catching glimpses of their syncopated movements

i notice the soft touches, a shimmer of joy in the eyes, and the brief inhalation of shampoo and cologne.

watching them, i come to know them

the tender moments spent in bed,

the passion that could erupt in an argument over whose turn it was to take out the trash,

grocery shopping trips, holidays, inside jokes, and vacations.

her head falls back as the drummer hits the snare again and again

the song’s climax sounds near

yet as he draws her close to him, ready to find an ending

the keyboardist picks up the melody and they continue…