Temptation

Temptation

jazz's better for love

Over the stage with me on guitar

or flowers, not to coerce

Rehearse the sax through screens

but to tempt, the opposite 

Trumpet muted, horns cascading 

          of anomie

Over strings with players in skinny

to feel other people 

          and fit 

Jeans and balancing bouquets 

them to me like tight 

          blues

Which I don't know how to play

     manipulate them to fit

On their chests while shimmying

          five eights