Anonymous
Karyn Indursky
Chocolate chip hair sits in a cinnamon bun
upon her Hershey kiss skin
softer than her mint green eyes
singing her jazz strummed emotions
before her crinkled saxophone dress
shifts rhythmically in tune with
her graceful hips as parting lips
allow lyrical escape for dancing
high-heeled feet tapping gingerly
on a solid stage where nothing matters
as her grip on the microphone holds
mystified eyes.