Sunday, July 6, 2008
i am enjoying the late hours of a sunday night, after a long weekend. Some bruschetta, aged romano, fresh baked bread and a fine chianti accent the mood with music of female blues singers. The pianos, the horns, the bass. I am there in the dark, the smoke filled room as she kisses the microphone with each deep note. Her skin tight satin dress heaves in and out. The lights dim and only her black lashes and red lips rise above.