singer
crude
eloquent.
Platinum hair
confident shoulders
pride, shame, desire,…
my eyes drop
she notices…
her smoky voice
my desire
Passion, discontent
angst
sounds of her generation
singing,…microphone
guitar…drums
tribal
windy afternoon sky
sunburned spectators
confused, aroused, disgusted, intrigued
Tattooed arms, shoulders, breasts
beautiful legs
pounding to rhythm
electric distortion
words perfectly sculptured for the moment
set ends
crowd disburses
me
wanting
© Dean A. Klotz